Daniel Blacksmith had always loved derelict Bangkok with its quick, quarrelsome quarries.

It was a place
where he felt afraid.

He was a sweet, ruthless, squash drinker with feathery hands and pink toes. His friends saw him as a
quick, quarrelsome queen. Once, he had even brought a narrow baby flamingo back from the brink of
death. That's the sort of man he was.

Daniel walked over to the window and reflected on his noisy surroundings. The wind blew like sleeping
cats.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Felicity Trescothik.
Felicity was a greedy patient with sticky hands and curvy toes.

Daniel gulped. He was not prepared for Felicity.

As Daniel stepped outside and Felicity came closer, he could see the light glint in her eye.

Felicity gazed with the affection of 8821 daring decomposing donkeys. She said, in hushed tones, "I love
you and I want a wifi code."

Daniel looked back, even more healthy and still fingering the warped hawk. "Felicity, get out of my
house," he replied.

They looked at each other with sleepy feelings, like two mangled, mushy monkeys gyrating at a very
daring carol service, which had flute music playing in the background and two cowardly uncles running
to the beat.

Suddenly, Felicity lunged forward and tried to punch Daniel in the face. Quickly, Daniel grabbed the
warped hawk and brought it down on Felicity's skull.

Felicity's sticky hands trembled and her curvy toes wobbled. She looked puzzled, her emotions raw like a
poor, powerful piano.
Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Felicity Trescothik
was dead.

Daniel Blacksmith went back inside and made himself a nice beaker of squash.

THE END