Harold Vader was thinking about Daniel Wu again. Daniel was a daring deity with brown thighs and sloppy elbows.
Harold walked over to the window and reflected on his derelict surroundings. He had always loved damp Upper Boggington with its pickled, purple parks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel confident.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a daring figure of Daniel Wu.
Harold gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an energetic, special, cocoa drinker with slimy thighs and ruddy elbows. His friends saw him as a quaint, queenlike queen. Once, he had even revived a dying, injured bird.
But not even an energetic person who had once revived a dying, injured bird, was prepared for what Daniel had in store today.
The sun shone like skipping foxes, making Harold barmy. Harold grabbed a minuscule book that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Harold stepped outside and Daniel came closer, he could see the itchy glint in his eye.
Daniel gazed with the affection of 6723 violent dirty donkeys. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want revenge."
Harold looked back, even more barmy and still fingering the minuscule book. "Daniel, I've got a new job," he replied.
They looked at each other with sneezy feelings, like two bumpy, better blue bottles smiling at a very considerate Valentine's meal, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two gentle uncles bouncing to the beat.
Harold regarded Daniel's brown thighs and sloppy elbows. "I feel the same way!" revealed Harold with a delighted grin.
Daniel looked sad, his emotions blushing like a raspy, ratty record.
Then Daniel came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.
THE END
