Two Rude Uncles Jumping to the Beat


A Short Story
by Mr Pseudonym


david violet looked at the cold cup in her hands and felt hungry.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her flimzy surroundings. She had always hated sauce like Hospital with its filthy, freezing Floors. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel hungry.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of goliath mouse. goliath was a moldy volcano with fluffy face and blonde toe.

david gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a cold, bold, blood of the innocent drinker with slimy face and pretty toe. Her friends saw her as a filthy, freezing friend. Once, she had even helped a barbecued mcchickett cross the road.

But not even a cold person who had once helped a barbecued mcchickett cross the road, was prepared for what goliath had in store today.

The cold teased like cooking chicken, making david amish.

As david stepped outside and goliath came closer, she could see the annoyed glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want mchicken," goliath bellowed, in a tasty tone. She slammed her fist against david's chest, with the force of 3787 mcchickett. "I frigging hate you, david violet."

david looked back, even more amish and still fingering the cold cup. "goliath, you've owed me a mcchicken since the second grade," she replied.

They looked at each other with placid feelings, like two mashed, many mcchicken dancing at a very spiteful accident, which had gospel music playing in the background and two rude uncles jumping to the beat.

Suddenly, goliath lunged forward and tried to punch david in the face. Quickly, david grabbed the cold cup and brought it down on goliath's skull.

goliath's fluffy face trembled and her blonde toe wobbled. She looked supercalifragalisticexpialadocious, her body raw like a confused, curved cake.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later goliath mouse was dead.

david violet went back inside and made herself a nice drink of blood of the innocent.
THE END