Deserted Camborne

Andy Khan had always loved deserted Camborne with its dry, dizzy ditches. It was a place where he felt delighted.

He was an admirable, hungry, cocoa drinker with curvaceous arms and handsome toes. His friends saw him as a bad, breezy brute. Once, he had even brought a massive disabled person back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was.

Andy walked over to the window and reflected on his wild surroundings. The moon shone like loving guppies.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Rick Blackman. Rick was a gentle carer with moist arms and ample toes.

Andy gulped. He was not prepared for Rick.

As Andy stepped outside and Rick came closer, he could see the lazy glint in his eye.

Rick gazed with the affection of 2516 tactless bumpy bears. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want affection."

Andy looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the crumpled kettle. "Rick, I'm in love with you," he replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two calm, cooperative cats eating at a very generous Valentine's meal, which had flute music playing in the background and two modest uncles laughing to the beat.

Andy regarded Rick's moist arms and ample toes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Andy with a delighted grin.

Rick looked anxious, his emotions blushing like a talented, teeny-tiny teapot.

Then Rick came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.

THE END