The Minuscule Hat

MeetYour Nanny looked at the minuscule hat in his hands and felt jumpy.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his creepy surroundings. He had always loved backward Amsterdam with its unsightly, unkempt umbrellas. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel jumpy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Vella . Vella was a modest deity with moist toenails and fluffy warts.

MeetYour gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a brave, bold, cocoa drinker with curvaceous toenails and red warts. His friends saw him as a mute, mighty monster. Once, he had even saved a curly toddler that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a brave person who had once saved a curly toddler that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Vella had in store today.

The clouds danced like bopping elephants, making MeetYour ambivalent.

As MeetYour stepped outside and Vella came closer, he could see the tight glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want a chance to kill," Vella bellowed, in a hilarious tone. She slammed her fist against MeetYour's chest, with the force of 1627 gerbils. "I frigging love you, MeetYour Nanny."

MeetYour looked back, even more ambivalent and still fingering the minuscule hat. "Vella, I am your father," he replied.

They looked at each other with stable feelings, like two panicky, pretty puppies bouncing at a very remarkable wedding, which had trance music playing in the background and two hopeful uncles eating to the beat.

Suddenly, Vella lunged forward and tried to punch MeetYour in the face. Quickly, MeetYour grabbed the minuscule hat and brought it down on Vella's skull.

Vella's moist toenails trembled and her fluffy warts wobbled. She looked sneezy, her body raw like a small, sparkling sausage.

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

MeetYour Nanny went back inside and made himself a nice mug of cocoa.