Two Thoughtful Uncles Boating to the Beat A Short StoryThis was made on

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Leona Nova looked at the giant piano in her hands and felt shocked.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her beautiful surroundings. She had always loved bright New York with its high-pitched, hilarious hills. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel shocked.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Luke Star. Luke was a bold wally with short toenails and feathery legs.

Leona gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a courageous, snooty, coke drinker with fat toenails and ample legs. Her friends saw her as a queenlike, quaint queen. Once, she had even helped a mammoth kitten recover from a flying accident.

But not even a courageous person who had once helped a mammoth kitten recover from a flying accident was prepared for what Luke had in-store today.

The sun shone like dancing guppies, making Leona calm.

As Leona stepped outside and Luke came closer, she could see the sleepy glint in his eye.

Luke glared with all the wrath of 2239 understanding deep donkeys. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want Attention."

Leona looked back, even calmer and still fingering the giant piano. "Luke, leave me alone," she replied.

They looked at each other with stable feelings, like two hurt, hushed hamsters swimming at a very admirable tsunami, which had R & B music playing in the background and two thoughtful uncles boating to the beat.

Suddenly, Luke lunged forward and tried to punch Leona in the face. Quickly, Leona grabbed the giant piano and brought it down on Luke's skull.

Luke's short toenails trembled and his feathery legs wobbled. He looked unstable, his emotions raw like a bright, bumpy book.

Then he let out an agonizing groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Luke Star was dead.

Leona Nova went back inside and made herself a nice drink of coke.

THE END