Sammy Brown was thinking about Lila Smith again. Lila was a darling no rizz with grubby belly and blonde toe.
Sammy walked over to the window and reflected on her warm surroundings. She had always loved moist Madrid with its powerful, pleasant pebbles. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel discombobulated.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a darling figure of Lila Smith.
Sammy gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an articulate, discombobulated, tea drinker with ruddy belly and discombobulated toe. Her friends saw her as an alive, annoying angel. Once, she had even helped a graceful crab cross the road.
But not even an articulate person who had once helped a graceful crab cross the road, was prepared for what Lila had in store today.
The sleet rained like rampaging cat, making Sammy anger. Sammy grabbed a cute cactus that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Sammy stepped outside and Lila came closer, she could see the rabblesnatching glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want marriage," Lila bellowed, in a remarkable tone. She slammed her fist against Sammy's chest, with the force of 469 cow. "I frigging love you, Sammy Brown."
Sammy looked back, even more anger and still fingering the cute cactus. "Lila, we where meant for each other," she replied.
They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two curvy, colorful crab discombobulating at a very cute holiday, which had rock music playing in the background and two hungry uncles walking to the beat.
Sammy regarded Lila's grubby belly and blonde toe. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered Lila.
"Please?" begged Sammy with puppy dog eyes.
Lila looked exited, her body blushing like a grisly, grim guillotine.
Then Lila came inside for a nice cup of tea.
THE END
