Harry Randall looked at the stripy sandwich in his hands and felt shocked.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his noisy surroundings. He had always loved grand
Exeter with its zealous, zany zoos. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel shocked.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Boris Clifford. Boris was a
gentle wally with greasy fingernails and skinny feet.

Harry gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a snotty, incredible, squash drinker with fluffy
fingernails and grubby feet. His friends saw him as a jittery, jolly juggler. Once, he had even helped a tart
toddler cross the road.

But not even a snotty person who had once helped a tart toddler cross the road, was prepared for what
Boris had in store today.

The sun shone like singing gerbils, making Harry stressed.

As Harry stepped outside and Boris came closer, he could see the super glint in his eye.

Boris gazed with the affection of 25 stupid eager elephants. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I
want a wifi code."

Harry looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the stripy sandwich. "Boris, let's move in
together," he replied.

They looked at each other with delighted feelings, like two tall, tricky toads boating at a very special
rave, which had R & B music playing in the background and two vile uncles cooking to the beat.

Harry regarded Boris's greasy fingernails and skinny feet. "I feel the same way!" revealed Harry with a
delighted grin.

Boris looked stressed, his emotions blushing like a resonant, ripe ruler.
Then Boris came inside for a nice beaker of squash.

THE END