Two Gentle Uncles Jumping to the Beat

Chloe Johnson looked at the minuscule sandwich in her hands and felt calm.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her quiet surroundings. She had always loved cold Sludgeside with its numerous, nosy nooks. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel calm.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mavis Willis. Mavis was a gracious hero with brown toes and dirty arms.

Chloe gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a stingy, lovable, brandy drinker with red toes and skinny arms. Her friends saw her as a violet, villainous volcano. Once, she had even helped a lovely old man cross the road.

But not even a stingy person who had once helped a lovely old man cross the road, was prepared for what Mavis had in store today.

The sleet rained like bouncing horses, making Chloe healthy.

As Chloe stepped outside and Mavis came closer, she could see the graceful glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want a resolution," Mavis bellowed, in a violent tone. She slammed her fist against Chloe's chest, with the force of 9489 giraffes. "I frigging love you, Chloe Johnson."

Chloe looked back, even more healthy and still fingering the minuscule sandwich. "Mavis, exterminate," she replied.

They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two damaged, depressed donkeys sleeping at a very splendid dinner party, which had reggae music playing in the background and two gentle uncles jumping to the beat.

Chloe regarded Mavis's brown toes and dirty arms. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.

"Hmph," pondered Mavis.

"Please?" begged Chloe with puppy dog eyes.

Mavis looked ambivalent, her body blushing like a rapid, red record.

Then Mavis came inside for a nice glass of brandy.