Hector Parker looked at the damp newspaper in his hands and felt lonely.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always hated dull Sludgeside with its quaint, quickest quarries. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel lonely.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Reginald Barker. Reginald was a funny friend with dirty spots and wobbly toenails.
Hector gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a forgetful, special, whiskey drinker with squat spots and ruddy toenails. His friends saw him as a knobby, kind knight. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a dirty bus.
But not even a forgetful person who had once jumped into a river and saved a dirty bus, was prepared for what Reginald had in store today.
The sun shone like drinking horses, making Hector unstable.
As Hector stepped outside and Reginald came closer, he could see the raspy glint in his eye.
Reginald glared with all the wrath of 5182 snooty clever cats. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want a wifi code."
Hector looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the damp newspaper. "Reginald, oh my God they killed Kenny," he replied.
They looked at each other with stressed feelings, like two rough, racid rabbits sitting at a very vile holiday, which had flute music playing in the background and two witty uncles laughing to the beat.
Suddenly, Reginald lunged forward and tried to punch Hector in the face. Quickly, Hector grabbed the damp newspaper and brought it down on Reginald's skull.
Reginald's dirty spots trembled and his wobbly toenails wobbled. He looked concerned, his emotions raw like a gentle, grubby guillotine.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Reginald Barker was dead.
Hector Parker went back inside and made himself a nice glass of whiskey.
THE END
