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The cocoa drink

Wrote by Anthony Rafik

 

Phillip Rabbit was thinking about Sharon Russell again. Sharon was a vile giant with moist lips and red fingers.

Phillip walked over to the window and reflected on his deserted surroundings. He had always hated magical Cambridge with its tired, testy trees. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sparkly.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a vile figure of Sharon Russell.

Phillip gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a snooty, mean, cocao drinker with skinny lips and solid fingers. His friends saw him as a silly, solid saint. Once, he had even helped an ancient puppy cross the road.

But not even a snooty person who had once helped an ancient puppy cross the road, was prepared for what Sharon had in store today.

The sun shone like singing humming birds, making Phillip sleepy. Phillip grabbed a stripy rock that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Phillip stepped outside and Sharon came closer, he could see the nice smile on her face.

Sharon gazed with the affection of 5970 malicious fat foxes. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."

Phillip looked back, even more sleepy and still fingering the stripy rock. "Sharon, I just don't need you in my life any more," he replied.

They looked at each other with fuzzy feelings, like two motionless, mighty mice loving at a very virtuous holiday, which had piano music playing in the background and two violent uncles eating to the beat.

Phillip studied Sharon's moist lips and red fingers. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Phillip in apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I just don't love you Sharon."

Sharon looked shocked, her emotions raw like a homeless, hushed hat.

Phillip could actually hear Sharon's emotions shatter into 3546 pieces. Then the vile giant hurried away into the distance.

Not even a drink of cocao would calm Phillip's nerves tonight