Cosy Paris

Ocean Platt had always loved cosy Paris with its brawny, brief beaches. It was a place where she felt barmy.

She was a witty, virtuous, cocoa drinker with solid eyelashes and hairy fingers. Her friends saw her as a brawny, brief bear. Once, she had even helped a bulbous baby flamingo cross the road. That's the sort of woman he was.

Ocean walked over to the window and reflected on her chilly surroundings. The sun shone like rampaging tortoises.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Tristan Rockatansky. Tristan was a kind bear with grubby eyelashes and brown fingers.

Ocean gulped. She was not prepared for Tristan.

As Ocean stepped outside and Tristan came closer, she could see the inexpensive smile on his face.

"Look Ocean," growled Tristan, with an adorable glare that reminded Ocean of kind cats. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want equality. You owe me 2566 dollars."

Ocean looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the warped sandwich. "Tristan, I admire your eyebrows," she replied.

They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two open, orange ostriches running at a very thoughtful Christening, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two thoughtful uncles partying to the beat.

Ocean studied Tristan's grubby eyelashes and brown fingers. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Ocean. "You will never get your money."

"No!" objected Tristan. "You lie!"

"I do not!" retorted Ocean. "Now get your grubby eyelashes out of here before I hit you with this warped sandwich."

Tristan looked happy, his wallet raw like a shrill, selfish sausage.

Ocean could actually hear Tristan's wallet shatter into 2566 pieces. Then the kind bear hurried away into the distance.

Not even a mug of cocoa would calm Ocean's nerves tonight.