The Wind that Blew like Dancing Mice - a short story

by AMy
Carla Donaldson was thinking about Josh Bogtrotter again. Josh was a tight-fisted lover with chubby eyebrows and blonde toes. Carla walked over to the window and reflected on her cosy surroundings. She had always loved sleepy San Diego with its jealous, joyous jungle. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel jumpy. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather some one. It was the a tight-fisted figure of Josh Bogtrotter. Carla gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a clever, bold, port drinker with chubby eyebrows and fat toes. Her friends saw her as a dirty, dark doctor. Once, she had even rescued an anxious kitten from a burning building. But not even a clever person who had once rescued an anxious kitten from a burning building, was prepared for what Josh had in store today. The wind blew like dancing mice, making Carla ecstatic. Carla grabbed a tiny teapot that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers. As Carla stepped outside and Josh came closer, she could see the high glint in his eye. "Look Carla," growled Josh, with a proud glare that reminded Carla of tight-fisted donkeys. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want justice. You owe me 3500 gold pieces." Carla looked back, even more ecstatic and still fingering the tiny teapot. "Josh, I admire your eyebrows," she replied. They looked at each other with cross feelings, like two different, doubtful donkeys boating at a very arrogant wake, which had R & B music playing in the background and two sinister uncles thinking to the beat. Carla regarded Josh's chubby eyebrows and blonde toes. "I don't have the funds ..." she lied. Josh glared. "Do you want me to shove that tiny teapot where the sun don't shine?" Carla promptly remembered her clever and bold values. "Actually, I do have the funds," she admitted. She reached into her pockets. "Here's what I owe you." Josh looked shocked, his wallet blushing like a hollow, helpful hawk. Then Josh came inside for a nice glass of port. THE END