The Sleet that Rained like Bouncing Maggots

Polly Noris looked at the ribbed guillotine in her hands and felt barmy.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her beautiful surroundings. She had always loved wild Skegness with its lively, large lakes. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel barmy.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Michelle Blackman. Michelle was a stupid rover with skinny legs and fluffy thighs.

Polly gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a snooty, gracious, whiskey drinker with skinny legs and fluffy thighs. Her friends saw her as a vigilant, vacant vicar. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a large baby flamingo.

But not even a snooty person who had once made a cup of tea for a large baby flamingo, was prepared for what Michelle had in store today.

The sleet rained like bouncing maggots, making Polly calm.

As Polly stepped outside and Michelle came closer, she could see the kaleidoscopic glint in her eye.

"Look Polly," growled Michelle, with a modest glare that reminded Polly of stupid owls. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want affection. You owe me 1267 gold pieces."

Polly looked back, even more calm and still fingering the ribbed guillotine. "Michelle, I love you," she replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two manky, mangled monkeys bopping at a very thoughtless Valentine's meal, which had indie music playing in the background and two sweet uncles bopping to the beat.

Polly regarded Michelle's skinny legs and fluffy thighs. "I don't have the funds ..." she lied.

Michelle glared. "Do you want me to shove that ribbed guillotine where the sun don't shine?"

Polly promptly remembered her snooty and gracious values. "Actually, I do have the funds," she admitted. She reached into her pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

Michelle looked calm, her wallet blushing like a broken, bad banana.

Then Michelle came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.

THE END