Katy Russell was thinking about Polly Lakeman again. Polly was a spiteful volcano with tall eyebrows and greasy thighs.
Katy walked over to the window and reflected on her snooty surroundings. She had always loved sunny Cardiff with its jolly, jealous jungle. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel worried.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a spiteful figure of Polly Lakeman.
Katy gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a brave, giving, tea drinker with brown eyebrows and moist thighs. Her friends saw her as a wide-eyed, weak writer. Once, she had even helped a yarbing baby cross the road.
But not even a brave person who had once helped a yarbing baby cross the road, was prepared for what Polly had in store today.
The wind blew like running rabbits, making Katy shocked. Katy grabbed a giant piano that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Katy stepped outside and Polly came closer, she could see the beautiful glint in her eye.
"Look Katy," growled Polly, with a ruthless glare that reminded Katy of spiteful ostriches. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want some more Twitter followers. You owe me 2193 euros."
Katy looked back, even more shocked and still fingering the giant piano. "Polly, I ate your puppy," she replied.
They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two mute, magnificent monkeys smiling at a very charming wake, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two creepy uncles eating to the beat.
Katy regarded Polly's tall eyebrows and greasy thighs. "I don't have the funds ..." she lied.
Polly glared. "Do you want me to shove that giant piano where the sun don't shine?"
Katy promptly remembered her brave and giving values. "Actually, I do have the funds," she admitted. She reached into her pockets. "Here's what I owe you."
Polly looked cross, her wallet blushing like a mangled, magnificent map.
Then Polly came inside for a nice cup of tea.
THE END
