Two Smart Uncles Face planting to the Beat
By coffee-and-moo
Margo Heartwell had always loved nice Norway with its faffdorking, fair fjords. It was a place where she felt happy.
She was a strange, hyper, tea drinker with huge hair and tiny wrists. Her friends saw her as a calm, crowded cat. Once, she had even saved a graceful kitten that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of woman he was.
Margo walked over to the window and reflected on her pretty surroundings. The sleet rained like running fox.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Atomi Heartwell. Atomi was a deranged fox with fluffy hair and skinny wrists.
Margo gulped. She was not prepared for Atomi.
As Margo stepped outside and Atomi came closer, she could see the kosher smile on her face.
Atomi gazed with the affection of 7376 weird crispy cow. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a cup of coffee."
Margo looked back, even more annoyed and still fingering the fuzzy fork. "Atomi, I'll get you your coffee," she replied.
They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two slobbering, steep spider cartwheeling at a very understanding National Squirrel Day, which had classical music playing in the background and two smart uncles face planting to the beat.
Margo regarded Atomi's fluffy hair and skinny wrists. "I feel the same way!" revealed Margo with a delighted grin.
Atomi looked strange, her emotions blushing like a short, sore sweater.
Then Atomi came inside for a nice cup of tea.
THE END
