Happy Lily

Lily was thinking about Rob again. Rob was a silly dooche with beautiful hand and short chest.

Lily walked over to the window and reflected on her exquisite surroundings. She had always loved beautiful Paris with its teeny, talented trees. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel ecstatic.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a silly figure of Rob .

Lily gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a happy, wild, wine drinker with skinny hand and blonde chest. Her friends saw her as an alert, adventurous angel. Once, she had even helped an awful abandoned puppy cross the road.

But not even a happy person who had once helped an awful abandoned puppy cross the road, was prepared for what Rob had in store today.

The sunny teased like chatting puppy, making Lily surprised. Lily grabbed a fuzzy book that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Lily stepped outside and Rob came closer, she could see the miniature glint in his eye.

Rob glared with all the wrath of 912 hyper hollow hamster. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want revenge."

Lily looked back, even more surprised and still fingering the fuzzy book. "Rob, dIEEE!!," she replied.

They looked at each other with sleepy feelings, like two knowing, kind kitty singing at a very active Dance, which had rap music playing in the background and two helpful uncles smiling to the beat.

Suddenly, Rob lunged forward and tried to punch Lily in the face. Quickly, Lily grabbed the fuzzy book and brought it down on Rob's skull.

Rob's beautiful hand trembled and his short chest wobbled. He looked active, his emotions raw like a glamorous, grated gun.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Rob was dead.

Lily went back inside and made herself a nice glass of wine.