Franklin, Jan, and Steven took a turn around the pen, looking prim in polka dots and solids.
Jan ignored Franklin's advances, despite him modeling a very lovely blue crewneck number.
They made such a cute couple, Franklin opined.
But nope, Jan wasn't having it.
Franklin, dejected, would have to move on.
There was Carissa, whose stripe-y poly-blend complimented her caramel fur.
Or Penelope, whose red cableknit really looked pretty great.
Or Heather, in the camo knit (who to be honest, might already have a thing with José).
"Perhaps one of these girls could love me for me", he thought. "Perhaps one of these be-sweatered ladies could be the perfect match. I'll get over my heartache and learn to love again!"
Which is, of course, exactly when Jan decided she wanted him after all.
