doot and phet?

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doot howell had always hated grey englanddyloandan with its boiled, boiling buildings. It was a place where he felt fuzzy.

He was a fabulus, majestic, chamomile tea drinker with tall hair and skinny ears. His friends saw him as a sturdy, soft satan like jesus. Once, he had even helped a wooden peasant wanting the new robe 3.78900 cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.

doot walked over to the window and reflected on his snooty? surroundings. The hail pounded like rage quitting narwhal.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of phet lester. phet was a superior cuddly with unfit hair and fabulus legs ears.

doot gulped. He was not prepared for phet.

As doot stepped outside and phet came closer, he could see the nasty glint in his eye.

phet gazed with the affection of 3487 non peasant like shy sloth. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a hug."

doot looked back, even more delighted? and still fingering the ribbed nectarine. "phet, step aside peasants," he replied.

They looked at each other with ambivalent feelings, like two lazy, low llama sleeping at a very cold-blooded rave party, which had turvan throat singing music playing in the background and two sinister? uncles cooking to the beat.

doot regarded phet's unfit hair and fabulus legs ears. "I feel the same way!" revealed doot with a delighted grin.

phet looked anxious, his emotions blushing like a shivering, straight sardine.

Then phet came inside for a nice drink of chamomile tea.

THE END