
Dennis tries hard to look good. He spends hours getting ready to parade up and down the paths of the botanical gardens he calls home. There’s no denying that his style is spectacular, but Dennis hasn’t had much luck in finding a mate – he is pathetically awkward with girls. As soon as he sees one, he finds himself trembling and erect. The local hens know he’s harmless, and just titter as they hurry past his quivering nethers.
