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Magical Ravenshoe

A Short Story
 by David Armstrong
 Lolly Pops looked at the peculiar rock in his hands and felt ecstatic.


He walked over to the window and reflected on his grand surroundings. He had always loved magical Ravenshoe with its melted, mute mountains. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel ecstatic.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Lusty Busty. Lusty was a caring teacher with dirty hands and grubby fingernails.

Lolly gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a gracious, snooty, beer drinker with handsome hands and tall fingernails. His friends saw him as a panicky, plastic patient. Once, he had even helped a scary chicken cross the road.

But not even a gracious person who had once helped a scary chicken cross the road, was prepared for what Lusty had in store today.

The clouds danced like laughing ostriches, making Lolly sparkly.

As Lolly stepped outside and Lusty came closer, he could see the resonant glint in her eye.

"Look Lolly," growled Lusty, with a thoughtful glare that reminded Lolly of caring koalas. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want some more Facebook friends. You owe me 6204 gold pieces."

Lolly looked back, even more sparkly and still fingering the peculiar rock. "Lusty, hands up or I'll shoot," he replied.

They looked at each other with healthy feelings, like two prickly, pleasant puppies singing at a very admirable birthday party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two brutal uncles walking to the beat.

Lolly regarded Lusty's dirty hands and grubby fingernails. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.

Lusty glared. "Do you want me to shove that peculiar rock where the sun don't shine?"

Lolly promptly remembered his gracious and snooty values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

Lusty looked stressed, her wallet blushing like a new, nervous newspaper.

Then Lusty came inside for a nice drink of beer.

THE END
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