A Short Story, one unreasonable long one, and a dating profile thing

Two Tactless Uncles Loving to the Beat

Elizabeth the third England was thinking about Campson Alison again. Campson was a violent banker with curvaceous eyes and ginger ears.

Elizabeth the third walked over to the window and reflected on her Disgusting surroundings. She had always hated Horrid A room with its curried, clean Couch. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel Happy.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was a violent figure of Campson Alison.

Elizabeth the third gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a daring, courageous, beer drinker with pretty eyes and dirty ears. Her friends saw her as a grim, greasy god. Once, she had even saved a late disabled person that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a daring person who had once saved a late disabled person that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Campson had in store today.

The clouds danced like bopping elephants, making Elizabeth the third confident. Elizabeth the third grabbed a damp map that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Elizabeth the third stepped outside and Campson came closer, she could see the defeated smile on his face.

Campson gazed with the affection of 2208 smart cooing cat. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want A life."

Elizabeth the third looked back, even more confident and still touching the damp map. "Campson, I am your father," she replied.

They looked at each other with Sad feelings, like two depressed, delicious donkeys jumping at a very proud dinner party, which had R & B music playing in the background and two tactless uncles loving to the beat.

Elizabeth the third regarded Campson's curvaceous eyes and ginger ears. "I feel the same way!" revealed Elizabeth the third with a delighted grin.

Campson looked angry, his emotions blushing like a gifted, graceful gun.

Then Campson came inside for a nice drink of beer.

THE END