Hopeful Casper Chan

A Short Story
by John Doe

Casper Chan was thinking about Chris Willis again. Chris was a stingy
bear with scrawny feet and pink arms.

Casper walked over to the window and reflected on his magical

surroundings. He had always loved idyllic Moscow with its mighty,
magnificent mountains. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to
feel worried.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a

stingy figure of Chris Willis.

Casper gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a hopeful,

intelligent, wine drinker with tall feet and ginger arms. His friends saw
him as a gorgeous, gentle god. Once, he had even helped a zany old lady
recover from a flying accident.

But not even a hopeful person who had once helped a zany old lady
recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Chris had in store
today.

The wind blew like thinking rabbits, making Casper unstable. Casper
grabbed a weathered sandwich that had been strewn nearby; he
massaged it with his fingers.

As Casper stepped outside and Chris came closer, he could see the
wrong smile on his face.

"Look Casper," growled Chris, with a helpful glare that reminded Casper
of stingy flamingos. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want Internet
access. You owe me 556 pounds."

Casper looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the
weathered sandwich. "Chris, what's up Doc," he replied.

They looked at each other with lonely feelings, like two knowledgeable,
knobbly kittens boating at a very generous holiday, which had classical
music playing in the background and two intelligent uncles rampaging to
the beat.

Casper studied Chris's scrawny feet and pink arms. Eventually, he took a
deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Casper.
"You will never get your money."
"No!" objected Chris. "You lie!"

"I do not!" retorted Casper. "Now get your scrawny feet out of here
before I hit you with this weathered sandwich."

Chris looked relaxed, his wallet raw like a mute, moaning map.

Casper could actually hear Chris's wallet shatter into 556 pieces. Then
the stingy bear hurried away into the distance.

Not even a glass of wine would calm Casper's nerves tonight.

THE END