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ankles and EYEBROWS!!!

Matt Thunder looked at the ribbed ruler in his hands and felt surprised.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his chilly surroundings. He had always loved hilly Chicago with its little, lively lakes. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel surprised.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Matthew Fish. Matthew was a scheming elephant with solid ankles and moist eyelashes.

Matt gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a tight-fisted, cowardly, brandy drinker with greasy ankles and fat eyelashes. His friends saw him as an obedient, orange ogre. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a tubberlumping baby.

But not even a tight-fisted person who had once jumped into a river and saved a tubberlumping baby, was prepared for what Matthew had in store today.

The sun shone like chatting aardvarks, making Matt worried.

As Matt stepped outside and Matthew came closer, he could see the young glint in his eye.

"I am here because I want a wifi code," Matthew bellowed, in a spiteful tone. He slammed his fist against Matt's chest, with the force of 3022 koalas. "I frigging hate you, Matt Thunder."

Matt looked back, even more worried and still fingering the ribbed ruler. "Matthew, I admire your eyebrows," he replied.

They looked at each other with sleepy feelings, like two boiling, bad bears partying at a very peculiar engagement party, which had trance music playing in the background and two remarkable uncles singing to the beat.

Suddenly, Matthew lunged forward and tried to punch Matt in the face. Quickly, Matt grabbed the ribbed ruler and brought it down on Matthew's skull.

Matthew's solid ankles trembled and his moist eyelashes wobbled. He looked sneezy, his body raw like a healthy, hollow hat.

Then he let out an agonizing groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Matthew Fish was dead.

Matt Thunder went back inside and made himself a nice glass of brandy.

THE END

Matthew's Eyebrows 🙃