Mortheol had always loved dreary Nowhereville with its stinky, scattered snow. It was a place where he felt delighted.
He was a ruthless, arrogant, wine drinker with beautiful fingers and skinny eyelashes. His friends saw him as a jittery and jealous juggler of musical sorcery. Once, he had even helped a drunk chicken recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of man he was!!!
One dreary day Mortheol walked over to the window and reflected on his gloomy surroundings. The snow flurried like dancing goldfish.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Ron
Ron was a snooty do gooder with greasy fingers and grubby eyelashes!
He was not prepared for Ron.
As Mortheol stepped outside and Ron came closer, he could see the frantic glint in his eye.
Ron gazed with the affection of 8,651 sinister grieving giraffes. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want fame."
Mortheol looked back, even more puzzled and still plucking his tattered guitar. "Ron, follow me," he replied.
They looked at each other with happy feelings, like two obedient, old owls walking to a very special concert, which had classical music playing in the background and two courageous "Cool Cats" eating to the beat.
Mortheol looked upon Ron's greasy fingers and grubby eyelashes. "I feel the same way!" revealed Mortheol with a delighted grin.
Ron looked bewildered but his emotions were blushing like a thankful torch of hope.
Then Ron came inside for a nice glass of red wine.
To be continued.....