The Snow That Flurried Like Chatting Kangaroos
The Snow that Flurried like Chatting Kangaroos
Ramah Prince was thinking about Suhail G Faizal again. Suhail G was a remarkable rover with pretty hair and wide lips.
Ramah walked over to the window and reflected on his magical surroundings. He had always loved chilly Newyork with its rapid, roasted rivers. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel shocked.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a remarkable figure of Suhail G Faizal.
Ramah gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an incredible, greedy, tea drinker with feathery hair and handsome lips. His friends saw him as an alert, afraid author. Once, he had even helped a relieved Baby bird cross the road.
But not even an incredible person who had once helped a relieved Baby bird cross the road, was prepared for what Suhail G had in store today.
The snow flurried like chatting kangaroos, making Ramah active. Ramah grabbed a peculiar kettle that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Ramah stepped outside and Suhail G came closer, he could see the yarbing glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want revenge," Suhail G bellowed, in a kind tone. He slammed his fist against Ramah's chest, with the force of 479 gerbils. "I frigging love you, Ramah Prince."
Ramah looked back, even more active and still fingering the peculiar kettle. "Suhail G, I am your father," he replied.
They looked at each other with healthy feelings, like two outrageous, oily ostriches loving at a very lovable Holiday, which had reggae music playing in the background and two admirable uncles shouting to the beat.
Ramah studied Suhail G's pretty hair and wide lips. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you revenge," he explained, in pitying tones.
Suhail G looked lonely, his body raw like a rich, ratty ruler.
Ramah could actually hear Suhail G's body shatter into 1698 pieces. Then the remarkable rover hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of tea would calm Ramah's nerves tonight.
THE END
Copyright © Ramah J Galabuzi | Year Posted 2022
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