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Generous Annabell Smart

Annabelle Smart looked at the warped banana in her hands and felt worried.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her hilly surroundings. She had always loved grand Paris with its adorable, alive arches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel worried.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Beth Johnson. Beth was a proud juggler with curvy moles and spiky fingers.

Annabelle gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a generous, creepy, squash drinker with curvy moles and pretty fingers. Her friends saw her as a pongy, purple patient. Once, she had even helped a depressed kitten cross the road.

But not even a generous person who had once helped a depressed kitten cross the road, was prepared for what Beth had in store today.

The drizzle rained like singing toads, making Annabelle sad.

As Annabelle stepped outside and Beth came closer, she could see the new smile on her face.

"I am here because I want a fight," Beth bellowed, in a virtuous tone. She slammed her fist against Annabelle's chest, with the force of 8577 elephants. "I frigging love you, Annabelle Smart."

Annabelle looked back, even more sad and still fingering the warped banana. "Beth, I ate your puppy," she replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two dry, defiant dogs walking at a very thoughtless wake, which had flute music playing in the background and two rude uncles sitting to the beat.

Suddenly, Beth lunged forward and tried to punch Annabelle in the face. Quickly, Annabelle grabbed the warped banana and brought it down on Beth's skull.

Beth's curvy moles trembled and her spiky fingers wobbled. She looked ecstatic, her body raw like a graceful, great guillotine.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Beth Johnson was dead.

Annabelle Smart went back inside and made herself a nice beaker of squash.

THE END