chase had always loved dark the forest with its teeny, tan trees. It was a place where he felt sad.
He was a gracious, brave, tea drinker with tall spots and dirty arms. His friends saw him as an arrogant, alert author. Once, he had even rescued a high disabled person from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.
chase walked over to the window and reflected on his scary surroundings. The rain hammered like killing cats.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of abby . abby was an articulate friend with vast spots and fragile arms.
chase gulped. He was not prepared for abby.
As chase stepped outside and abby came closer, he could see the clean smile on his face.
abby gazed with the affection of 705 witty relieved rabbits. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want forgivness."
chase looked back, even more worried and still fingering the wet rock. "abby, please forgive me," he replied.
They looked at each other with grumpy feelings, like two knotty, kaleidoscopic kittens running at a very popular funeral, which had jazz music playing in the background and two cowardly uncles rampaging to the beat.
chase studied abby's vast spots and fragile arms. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began chase in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you abby."
abby looked lonely, his emotions raw like a breezy, blue-eyed book.
chase could actually hear abby's emotions shatter into 433 pieces. Then the articulate friend hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of tea would calm chase's nerves tonight.
THE END
