“Tell me a story”

Aimo was upset a few months ago while we were at work – and they asked me to tell them a story.

My initial idea was a princess who kicks people in the face. Apparently, that didn’t cheer them up. So, of course I found a random story generator because those things are everywhere.

And this was the result…

Greg had always loved urban Truro with its nasty, naughty nooks. It was a place where he felt ecstatic.

He was a ruthless, snotty, cocoa drinker with squat abs and wide toes. His friends saw him as a stale, smiling saint. Once, he had even revived a dying, baby bird. That’s the sort of man he was.

Greg walked over to the window and reflected on his sleepy surroundings. The sleet rained like dancing bears.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Dave. Dave was a gracious animal with wobbly abs and ruddy toes.

Greg gulped. He was not prepared for Dave.

As Greg stepped outside and Dave came closer, he could see the iffy smile on her face.

Dave gazed with the affection of 5208 special obedient owls. She said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want Gems.”

Greg looked back, even more sleepy and still fingering the crumpled sausage. “Dave, I don’t have the money,” he replied.

They looked at each other with ecstatic feelings, like two grieving, grubby gerbils jogging at a very modest funeral, which had indie music playing in the background and two ruthless uncles drinking to the beat.

Greg regarded Dave’s wobbly abs and ruddy toes. “I feel the same way!” revealed Greg with a delighted grin.

Dave looked confident, her emotions blushing like a sticky, solid sandwich.

Then Dave came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.

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