I approached her slowly, a little embarassed... and frankly, frantically scrolling through the roll-over-dex in my big brain, trying to come up with the perfect story.
I thought... it got caught in a bear trap... no, there's none of those around here. No, wait... a band of gypsies lured me to the circus on a bicycle and my tail got caught in the spokes...
But then, I just gulped... looked up at her with my pitiful eyes (you gotta practice that look in the mirrors)... and I confessed.
"I had a itch."