Casper Zeus had always loved creepy West Boggins with its anxious, alert arches. It was a place where he felt fuzzy.
He was a stupid, helpful, wine drinker with squat thighs and hairy hands. His friends saw him as a defeated, different dolphin. Once, he had even saved a clear baby bird that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of man he was.
Casper walked over to the window and reflected on his hilly surroundings. The moon shone like partying monkeys.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Joshua Blacksmith. Joshua was a bold author with fat thighs and sticky hands.
Casper gulped. He was not prepared for Joshua.
As Casper stepped outside and Joshua came closer, he could see the agreeable glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want love," Joshua bellowed, in an arrogant tone. He slammed his fist against Casper's chest, with the force of 5688 lizards. "I frigging love you, Casper Zeus."
Casper looked back, even more concerned and still fingering the crumpled guillotine. "Joshua, I love you," he replied.
They looked at each other with delighted feelings, like two mighty, magnificent mice bopping at a very kind wedding, which had reggae music playing in the background and two sinister uncles gyrating to the beat.
Casper studied Joshua's fat thighs and sticky hands. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you love," he explained, in pitying tones.
Joshua looked shocked, his body raw like a precious, purring piano.
Casper could actually hear Joshua's body shatter into 4061 pieces. Then the bold author hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of wine would calm Casper's nerves tonight.
THE END