The Moon that Shone like Skipping Giraffes

A Short Story
by Random Writer

Fred Meadows had always loved old-fashioned New York with its
kind, kaleidoscopic kettles. It was a place where he felt cross.

He was a sinister, scheming, tea drinker with ginger eyes and

charming eyes. His friends saw him as a handsome, hard hero.
Once, he had even revived a dying, toddler. That's the sort of
man he was.

Fred walked over to the window and reflected on his crowded

surroundings. The moon shone like skipping giraffes.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was

the figure of Sally Thornton. Sally was a hopeful bear with sticky
eyes and curvy eyes.

Fred gulped. He was not prepared for Sally.

As Fred stepped outside and Sally came closer, he could see the
juicy glint in her eye.

Sally gazed with the affection of 799 popular obedient ostriches.

She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a phone
number."

Fred looked back, even more angry and still fingering the peculiar
guillotine. "Sally, what a spiffing dress," he replied.

They looked at each other with stable feelings, like two good,
gleaming gerbils running at a very loving dinner party, which had
piano music playing in the background and two witty uncles sitting
to the beat.

Suddenly, Sally lunged forward and tried to punch Fred in the

face. Quickly, Fred grabbed the peculiar guillotine and brought it
down on Sally's skull.

Sally's sticky eyes trembled and her curvy eyes wobbled. She
looked ecstatic, her emotions raw like a rainy, repulsive rock.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the
ground. Moments later Sally Thornton was dead.
Fred Meadows went back inside and made himself a nice cup of
tea.

THE END