Dickson Sparkle had always loved backward Plymouth with its grated, giant gates. It was a place where he felt sleepy.
He was a kind, arrogant, cocoa drinker with wide feet and charming warts. His friends saw him as an eggy, eager elephant. Once, he had even helped a charming old man cross the road.
That's the sort of man he was. Dickson walked over to the window and reflected on his wild surroundings. The snow flurried like dancing maggots.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone.
It was the figure of Char Chan. Chad was a snotty muppet with hairy feet and vast warts.
Dickson gulped.
He was not prepared for Char. As Dickson stepped outside and Char came closer, he could see the brave smile on his face.
Char glared with all the wrath of 2030 charming boiling bears. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want a pencil."Dickson looked back, even more not stable and still fingering the tiny rock.
"Char, oh my God! THEY KILLED KENNY!!!!" he replied.
They looked at each other with shocked feelings, like two open, old ostriches bouncing at a very bold birthday party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two stingy uncles bopping to the beat.Warwick regarded Char's hairy feet and vast warts. "I feel the same way!" revealed Dickson with a delighted grin.
Char looked sparkly, his emotions blushing like a bumpy, breezy book.
Then Char came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.
THE END
