RAI Rai had always loved sunny New York with its tasty, testy trees. It was a place where he felt irritable.
He was a wild, ruthless, sprite drinker with handsome fingernails and brown feet. His friends saw him as a wonky, wooden writer. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a ripe old man. That's the sort of man he was.
RAI walked over to the window and reflected on his beautiful surroundings. The snow flurried like sitting ostriches.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Hanna O. Hanna was a creepy do-good with tall fingernails and solid feet.
RAI gulped. He was not prepared for Hanna.
As RAI stepped outside and Hanna came closer, he could see the tight smile on her face.
"I am here because I want revenge," Hanna bellowed, in a bold tone. She slammed her fist against RAI's chest, with the force of 6738 guppies. "I frigging hate you, RAI Rai."
RAI looked back, even more angry and still fingering the damp newspaper. "Hanna, I just don't need you in my life any more," he replied.
They looked at each other with healthy feelings, like two fluffy, friendly foxes drinking at a very cold-blooded snow storm, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two stupid uncles smiling to the beat.
Suddenly, Hanna lunged forward and tried to punch RAI in the face. Quickly, RAI grabbed the damp newspaper and brought it down on Hanna's skull.
Hanna's tall fingernails trembled and her solid feet wobbled. She looked lonely, her body raw like a round, rabblesnatching rock.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Hanna O was dead.
RAI Rai went back inside and made himself a nice drink of sprite.
THE END
