Josh Malkovich looked at the silver book in his hands and felt angry.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his snooty surroundings. He had
always loved wild Liverpool with its cool, charming cliffs. It was a place that
encouraged his tendency to feel angry.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Josh
Raymond. Josh was a bold bear with skinny ankles and chubby thighs.

Josh gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a gentle, courageous, tea
drinker with blonde ankles and hairy thighs. His friends saw him as an obnoxious,
old-fashioned ogre. Once, he had even brought a kosher baby flamingo back from the
brink of death.

But not even a gentle person who had once brought a kosher baby flamingo back from
the brink of death, was prepared for what Josh had in store today.

The snow flurried like partying mice, making Josh worried.

As Josh stepped outside and Josh came closer, he could see the kindly glint in his
eye.

"I am here because I want Internet access," Josh bellowed, in a rude tone. He
slammed his fist against Josh's chest, with the force of 7552 tortoises. "I
frigging love you, Josh Malkovich."

Josh looked back, even more worried and still fingering the silver book. "Josh,
yabba Dabba Doo," he replied.

They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two plain, proud puppies
loving at a very stable bar mitzvah, which had R & B music playing in the
background and two brave uncles sleeping to the beat.

Josh regarded Josh's skinny ankles and chubby thighs. He held out his hand. "Let's
not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Josh.

"Please?" begged Josh with puppy dog eyes.

Josh looked happy, his body blushing like a gleaming, grotesque guillotine.

Then Josh came inside for a nice cup of tea.

THE END