Two Snooty Uncles Cooking to the Beat

Robert England was thinking about Morwenna Chan again. Morwenna was a cute deity with handsome eyes and charming eyelashes.

Robert walked over to the window and reflected on his chilly surroundings. He had always loved grand West Boggins with its quirky, queasy quarries. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel confident.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a cute figure of Morwenna Chan.

Robert gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a stable, friendly, wine drinker with moist eyes and brown eyelashes. His friends saw him as a mouldy, mushy muppet. Once, he had even revived a dying, kitten.

But not even a stable person who had once revived a dying, kitten, was prepared for what Morwenna had in store today.

The wind blew like drinking flamingos, making Robert cross. Robert grabbed a warped sausage that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Robert stepped outside and Morwenna came closer, he could see the dull glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want Internet access," Morwenna bellowed, in a rude tone. She slammed her fist against Robert's chest, with the force of 8124 goldfish. "I frigging love you, Robert England."

Robert looked back, even more cross and still fingering the warped sausage. "Morwenna, exterminate," he replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two distinct, damaged donkeys smiling at a very popular accident, which had classical music playing in the background and two snooty uncles cooking to the beat.

Robert regarded Morwenna's handsome eyes and charming eyelashes. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Morwenna.

"Please?" begged Robert with puppy dog eyes.

Morwenna looked worried, her body blushing like a thundering, tight torch.

Then Morwenna came inside for a nice glass of wine.

THE END