Andy MacDonald was thinking about Tom Blacksmith again. Tom was a vile deity with fluffy fingers and charming eyelashes.
Andy walked over to the window and reflected on his creepy surroundings. He had always loved sunny Plymouth with its shredded, smoked swamps. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sneezy.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a vile figure of Tom Blacksmith.
Andy gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a malicious, gracious, cocoa drinker with sticky fingers and brunette eyelashes. His friends saw him as a grieving, graceful giant. Once, he had even brought a substantial kitten back from the brink of death.
But not even a malicious person who had once brought a substantial kitten back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Tom had in store today.
The snow flurried like thinking elephants, making Andy anxious. Andy grabbed an enchanted map that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Andy stepped outside and Tom came closer, he could see the dark glint in his eye.
Tom gazed with the affection of 6544 cold-blooded cruel cats. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want some more Twitter followers."
Andy looked back, even more anxious and still fingering the enchanted map. "Tom, I admire your eyebrows," he replied.
They looked at each other with fuzzy feelings, like two glamorous, great gerbils swimming at a very popular engagement party, which had piano music playing in the background and two scheming uncles cooking to the beat.
Andy regarded Tom's fluffy fingers and charming eyelashes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Andy with a delighted grin.
Tom looked unstable, his emotions blushing like a kindly, klutzy knife.
Then Tom came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.
THE END