The Giant Hat

A Short Story
by Writer Unknown
Molly Grey had always loved old-fashioned Cardiff with its greasy, great gates. It was a place where
she felt fuzzy.

She was a charming, giving, brandy drinker with vast fingernails and feathery elbows. Her friends
saw her as a freezing, fresh friend. Once, she had even helped a weak deaf person cross the road.
That's the sort of woman he was.

Molly walked over to the window and reflected on her wild surroundings. The rain hammered like
swimming lizards.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mavis Khan. Mavis
was a virtuous angel with fluffy fingernails and sticky elbows.

Molly gulped. She was not prepared for Mavis.

As Molly stepped outside and Mavis came closer, she could see the envious glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want a resolution," Mavis bellowed, in a predatory tone. She slammed her fist
against Molly's chest, with the force of 7615 giraffes. "I frigging love you, Molly Grey."

Molly looked back, even more ambivalent and still fingering the giant hat. "Mavis, let's get married,"
she replied.

They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two helpless, handsome hamsters dancing at a
very cute Halloween party, which had piano music playing in the background and two sweet uncles
running to the beat.

Suddenly, Mavis lunged forward and tried to punch Molly in the face. Quickly, Molly grabbed the
giant hat and brought it down on Mavis's skull.

Mavis's fluffy fingernails trembled and her sticky elbows wobbled. She looked afraid, her body raw
like a bewildered, beautiful banana.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Mavis Khan was
dead.

Molly Grey went back inside and made herself a nice glass of brandy.

THE END