It's The Andy Griffith Show

His offer was strange and enticing. There was something terribly exotic about the male, and Rags found it nearly irresistible. Rose's lips fluttered at her ear and it was impossible to stop a little bit of a shiver wriggle its way down her spine. It felt like her body was a small, steady flame and he was set on coaxing it into a roaring blaze. She hadn't felt this way since before the accident - just before she'd turned two, the onset of her very first heat.

It brought a torrent of memories rushing back. Struggling to remain cool, Rags set her eyes on the shifting waters. She dove in after another fish, hoping that the sensation of the scales on her lips would bring her back to her senses. "My family is long gone - I don't know where they are. I think I'm past the age of being carried off by some handsome stranger," she murmured, offering a coy smile. Little dove, little dove. If only she could just fly away.

Attempt #7