The Hail that Pounded like Shouting Donkeys

A Short Story
by Mr Pseudonym

Tony Rabbit looked at the spotty torch in his hands and felt shocked.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his urban surroundings. He had always
loved crowded Manchester with its dull, deadly ditches. 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
Warwick Kowalski. Warwick was a creepy angel with pretty fingers and tall
eyelashes.

Tony gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a scheming, ruthless, tea
drinker with brown fingers and skinny eyelashes. His friends saw him as a low,
little lawyer. Once, he had even brought a sneezing disabled person back from the
brink of death.

But not even a scheming person who had once brought a sneezing disabled person back
from the brink of death, was prepared for what Warwick had in store today.

The hail pounded like shouting donkeys, making Tony relaxed.

As Tony stepped outside and Warwick came closer, he could see the rainy glint in
his eye.

"Look Tony," growled Warwick, with a violent glare that reminded Tony of creepy
owls. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want Internet access. You owe me 2369
euros."

Tony looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the spotty torch. "Warwick,
I shrunk the kids," he replied.

They looked at each other with fuzzy feelings, like two fancy, frail foxes hopping
at a very helpful dinner party, which had classical music playing in the background
and two controlling uncles rampaging to the beat.

Tony studied Warwick's pretty fingers and tall eyelashes. Eventually, he took a
deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Tony. "You will
never get your money."

"No!" objected Warwick. "You lie!"

"I do not!" retorted Tony. "Now get your pretty fingers out of here before I hit
you with this spotty torch."

Warwick looked sneezy, his wallet raw like a bad, breezy banana.

Tony could actually hear Warwick's wallet shatter into 2369 pieces. Then the creepy
angel hurried away into the distance.

Not even a cup of tea would calm Tony's nerves tonight.

THE END