Strong Michel Angelo

Michel Angelo looked at the beautiful brush in his hands and felt Tired.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his Religious surroundings. He had always hated Big Vatican city with its crispy, condemned Churches, buildings. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel Tired.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Pope Alexander. Pope was an intelligent monster with ginger legs and thin arms.

Michel gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a Strong, stubborn, beer drinker with beardy legs and big arms. His friends saw him as a great, good genious. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved an orange bird.

But not even a Strong person who had once jumped into a river and saved an orange bird, was prepared for what Pope had in store today.

The snow flurried like painting dogs, making Michel Exhausted.

As Michel stepped outside and Pope came closer, he could see the ratty smile on his face.

Pope gazed with the affection of 7961 creative breezy birds. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want Work too much."

Michel looked back, even more Exhausted and still fingering the beautiful brush. "Pope, please let me do what I like," he replied.

They looked at each other with Anxious feelings, like two courageous, cooperative cats drawing at a very genious Mess, which had piano music playing in the background and two impatient uncles talking to the beat.

Michel regarded Pope's ginger legs and thin arms. "I feel the same way!" revealed Michel with a delighted grin.

Pope looked Angry, his emotions blushing like an open, orange oil painting.

Then Pope came inside for a nice drink of beer.