Senchy

Brad Bigbulb had always hated chilly Trinidadogia with its hollow, misty hills. It was a place where he felt anxious. He was a lovable, ruthless tea drinker with pointy feet and ginger hair. His friends saw him as an obnoxious, orange ogre. Once, he had even rescued a sweet puppy from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.

Brad walked over to the window and reflected on his picturesque surroundings. The snow flurried like running donkeys. Suddenly, he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Rachel Gloop. Rachel was a delightful muppet with wide hips and thick eyebrows. Brad Gulped. He wasn't prepared for Rachel.

As he stepped outside and Rachel came closer, he could see the kind smile on her face. Rachel glared with all the wrath of 9001 energetic plain pigeons. She said, in hushed tones: "I hate you and I want justice." Brad looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the miniscule newspaper. "Rachel, I ate your puppy," he replied. They looked at each other with irritable feelings, like two pongy pugs bouncing at a very peculiar funeral, which had indie music playing in the background and two daring uncles sleeping to the beat.

Brad studied Rachel's wide hips and thick eyebrows. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Brad in apologetic tones, "bit I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't hate you, Rachel." Rachel looked sneezy, her emotions boiled like water in a kettle. Brad could actually hear Rachel's emotions shatter into dozens of pieces. Then the delightful muppet hurried away into the distance.