The Hail that Pounded like Smiling Hamsters

A Short Story
by Random Writer

Zach Cox had always loved magical Shanghai with its villainous,
vivacious volcanoes. It was a place where he felt sleepy.

He was a grateful, proud, beer drinker with pretty legs and

charming hands. His friends saw him as a pretty, plain painter.
Once, he had even brought a short puppy back from the brink of
death. That's the sort of man he was.

Zach walked over to the window and reflected on his cosy

surroundings. The hail pounded like smiling hamsters.

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

the figure of Chantal Sparrow. Chantal was an articulate painter
with sloppy legs and pretty hands.

Zach gulped. He was not prepared for Chantal.

As Zach stepped outside and Chantal came closer, he could see

the small glint in her eye.

"Look Zach," growled Chantal, with a friendly glare that reminded

Zach of articulate bears. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want
affection. You owe me 6285 dollars."

Zach looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the
bendy gun. "Chantal, beam me up Scotty," he replied.

They looked at each other with shocked feelings, like two

gleaming, gigantic gerbils dancing at a very bold birthday party,
which had orchestral music playing in the background and two
special uncles singing to the beat.

Zach regarded Chantal's sloppy legs and pretty hands. "I don't
have the funds ..." he lied.

Chantal glared. "Do you want me to shove that bendy gun where
the sun don't shine?"

Zach promptly remembered his grateful and proud values.

"Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his
pockets. "Here's what I owe you."
Chantal looked sparkly, her wallet blushing like a hilarious,
hushed hawk.

Then Chantal came inside for a nice drink of beer.

THE END