The Sleet that Rained like Chatting Humming birds

gill gillness looked at the solid record in her hands and felt sad.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her cold

surroundings. She had always loved hot MAtlida with its teeny-
tiny, tense tree. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to
feel sad.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It

was the figure of bob ra. bob was a smart lawyer with dirty
thighs and wobbly feet.

gill gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a brutal,
forgetful, port drinker with brunette thighs and ginger feet. Her
friends saw her as a delightful, defeated doctor. Once, she had
even brought a defeated toddler back from the brink of death.

But not even a brutal person who had once brought a defeated
toddler back from the brink of death, was prepared for what bob
had in store today.

The sleet rained like chatting humming birds, making gill

anxious.

As gill stepped outside and bob came closer, she could see the
kooky glint in his eye.

"Look gill," growled bob, with an adorable glare that reminded

gill of smart monkeys. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a
warm hug. You owe me 4484 euros."

gill looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the solid
record. "bob, love you," she replied.

They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two

glamorous, gleaming gerbils boating at a very selfish accident,
which had flute music playing in the background and two
incredible uncles jumping to the beat.
gill regarded bob's dirty thighs and wobbly feet. "I don't have
the funds ..." she lied.

bob glared. "Do you want me to shove that solid record where
the sun don't shine?"

gill promptly remembered her brutal and forgetful values.

"Actually, I do have the funds," she admitted. She reached into
her pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

bob looked ecstatic, his wallet blushing like a spilt, shaggy

sausage.

Then bob came inside for a nice glass of port.

THE END