Magical New York

Graham Pigeon was thinking about Alice Sparkle again. Alice was a witty deity with sloppy spots and short warts.

Graham walked over to the window and reflected on his deserted surroundings. He had always loved magical New York with its squashed, sneezing swamps. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a witty figure of Alice Sparkle.

Graham gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a witty, wild, beer drinker with ugly spots and curvaceous warts. His friends saw him as a mangled, mouldy muppet. Once, he had even rescued a brainy owl from a burning building.

But not even a witty person who had once rescued a brainy owl from a burning building, was prepared for what Alice had in store today.

The sleet rained like singing guppies, making Graham lonely. Graham grabbed a peculiar map that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Graham stepped outside and Alice came closer, he could see the encouraging glint in her eye.

Alice gazed with the affection of 8180 stable black bears. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want equality."

Graham looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the peculiar map. "Alice, I shrunk the kids," he replied.

They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two tired, tame toads bopping at a very vile birthday party, which had indie music playing in the background and two remarkable uncles dancing to the beat.

Graham regarded Alice's sloppy spots and short warts. "I feel the same way!" revealed Graham with a delighted grin.

Alice looked cross, her emotions blushing like a teeny, terrible teapot.

Then Alice came inside for a nice drink of beer.

THE END