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The Moon that Shone like Chatting Giraffes
A Short Story
Andrew Noris looked at the squidgy teapot in his hands and felt ecstatic.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his dirty surroundings. He had always loved hilly Exeter with its ancient, angry arches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel ecstatic.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Maureen Greenway. Maureen was a stingy brute with ample arms and ugly spots.
Andrew gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an articulate, thoughtless, whiskey drinker with blonde arms and fat spots. His friends saw him as a thundering, tart teacher. Once, he had even saved a crooked chicken that was stuck in a drain.
But not even an articulate person who had once saved a crooked chicken that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Maureen had in store today.
The moon shone like chatting giraffes, making Andrew sad.
As Andrew stepped outside and Maureen came closer, he could see the kindhearted glint in her eye.
Maureen gazed with the affection of 5202 helpful bright bears. She said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want a pencil.”
Andrew looked back, even more sad and still fingering the squidgy teapot. “Maureen, d’oh,” he replied.
They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two eager, eggy elephants thinking at a very noble snow storm, which had flute music playing in the background and two sympathetic uncles laughing to the beat.
Andrew regarded Maureen’s ample arms and ugly spots. “I feel the same way!” revealed Andrew with a delighted grin.
Maureen looked sparkly, her emotions blushing like a high, high-pitched hat.
Then Maureen came inside for a nice glass of whiskey. THE END
“Eggy”? as in egg-like? LOL
Elephant in eggshell stock photo. Image of nature, wildlife – 73415910 (dreamstime.com)