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The Sleet That Rained Like Walking Owls
The Sleet That Rained Like Walking Owls
A Short Story
by big lux
Phil Johnson looked at the stripy teapot in his hands and felt
lonely.
But not even a hopeful person who had once jumped into a
river and saved a flabby owl, was prepared for what Jeff had in
store today.
As Phil stepped outside and Jeff came closer, he could see the
comfortable smile on his face.
Phil looked back, even more concerned and still fingering the
stripy teapot. "Jeff, get out of my house," he replied.
They looked at each other with healthy feelings, like two late,
leaking lizards running at a very snooty bar mitzvah, which had
jazz music playing in the background and two daring uncles
jogging to the beat.
Phil regarded Jeff's hairy toenails and brown thighs. "I feel the
same way!" revealed Phil with a delighted grin.
THE END