It's The Andy Griffith Show

“You certainly seem bright to me little dove.” He purred coquettishly then broke the held eye contact between them to make a grab for another fish. So far he hadn’t had much luck in his changed fishing spot, but the interest of the woman was most welcome even after the attentions of the other male. He could feel his interest in the fish slipping, far more interested in the pale girl’s advances and far more enthralled in their flirtations. “Why don’t we get to know each other better after the fishing is done?” He hummed, a deep rumble building in his chest with each word, and waved his tail to send a heady cloud of pheromones toward her.

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