Noisy Abbot Newton

A tale

by zombieplay Studios

Harriet Sweet has always loved boisterous Newton Abbot, with its concerned, cooperative cliffs. It was a place where she felt relaxed.

She was a charming, tactless beer drinker with curvy arms and broad eyebrows. Friends of hers saw her as a dark, grieving giant. She once even helped an excited kitten cross the street. That's the kind of woman he was.

Harriet went to the window and reflected on the welcoming environment. The hail rattled like screaming rats.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Jack Ferguson. Jack was a special lover, with dark arms and thin eyebrows.

Harriet swallowed. She wasn't prepared for Jack.

When Harriet left and Jack approached, she could see the rugged smile on her face.

"Look, Harriet," Jack growled, with a bold look that reminded Harriet of special turtles. "I hate you and I want some more Facebook friends. You owe me 6,715 gold coins."

Harriet looked back, even more active and still touching the spotted hawk. "Jack, what a beautiful dress," she replied.

They looked at each other with wholesome feelings, like two grated and greasy giraffes drinking at a very smart disco, which had piano music playing in the background and two generous uncles drinking to the beat.

Harriet looked at Jack's dark arms and thin eyebrows. "I don't have money..." she lied.

Jack glared. "You want me to push that spotted hawk where the sun don't shine?"

Harriet readily remembered his charming and indelicate values. "Actually, I have the funds," she admitted. She reached into her pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

Jack felt like sneezing, his wallet blushing like a better, shorter banana.

Then Jack went in to have a good drink of beer.

THE END