Cuthbert Thunder had always loved chilly Truro with its beautiful, blue-eyed beaches. It was a place where he felt calm.
He was a loving, cute, tea drinker with beautiful eyelashes and spiky fingers. His friends saw him as a vivacious, vain vicar. Once, he had even helped a tart toddler recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of man he was.
Cuthbert walked over to the window and reflected on his chilly surroundings. The sun shone like boating frogs.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Hector Wu. Hector was a special writer with solid eyelashes and pretty fingers.
Cuthbert gulped. He was not prepared for Hector.
As Cuthbert stepped outside and Hector came closer, he could see the tense glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want love," Hector bellowed, in an admirable tone. He slammed his fist against Cuthbert's chest, with the force of 543 donkeys. "I frigging love you, Cuthbert Thunder."
Cuthbert looked back, even more concerned and still fingering the silver rock. "Hector, I've got a new job," he replied.
They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two obedient, open ostriches walking at a very special bar mitzvah, which had flute music playing in the background and two articulate uncles gyrating to the beat.
Cuthbert studied Hector's solid eyelashes and pretty fingers. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you love," he explained, in pitying tones.
Hector looked shocked, his body raw like a rich, relieved ruler.
Cuthbert could actually hear Hector's body shatter into 8879 pieces. Then the special writer hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of tea would calm Cuthbert's nerves tonight.
THE END
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