Mildred Trescothik was thinking about Alison Doop again. Alison was a virtuous muppet with short eyebrows and vast elbows.
Mildred walked over to the window and reflected on her sunny surroundings. She had always loved sleepy New York with its petite, perfect parks. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sneezy.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a virtuous figure of Alison Doop.
Mildred gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a thoughtless, creepy, port drinker with fragile eyebrows and sticky elbows. Her friends saw her as a kooky, klutzy knight. Once, she had even jumped into a river and saved an uptight injured bird.
But not even a thoughtless person who had once jumped into a river and saved an uptight injured bird, was prepared for what Alison had in store today.
The rain hammered like gyrating rabbits, making Mildred unstable. Mildred grabbed a crumpled sandwich that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Mildred stepped outside and Alison came closer, she could see the queenlike glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want some more Facebook friends," Alison bellowed, in a callous tone. She slammed her fist against Mildred's chest, with the force of 3412 lizards. "I frigging love you, Mildred Trescothik."
Mildred looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the crumpled sandwich. "Alison, yabba Dabba Doo," she replied.
They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two kaleidoscopic, knobby kittens dancing at a very cute birthday party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two spiteful uncles boating to the beat.
Suddenly, Alison lunged forward and tried to punch Mildred in the face. Quickly, Mildred grabbed the crumpled sandwich and brought it down on Alison's skull.
Alison's short eyebrows trembled and her vast elbows wobbled. She looked calm, her body raw like a panicky, poor piano.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Alison Doop was dead.
Mildred Trescothik went back inside and made herself a nice glass of port.
THE END
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