Tom Godfrey had always loved backward Berlin with its quarrelsome, quirky quarries. It was a place where he felt confident.
He was a hungry, cute, cocoa drinker with spiky ankles and wide fingernails. His friends saw him as a little, loose lawyer. Once, he had even rescued an odd injured bird from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.
Tom walked over to the window and reflected on his deprived surroundings. The clouds danced like talking tortoises.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Elizabeth Sweet. Elizabeth was an understanding dolphin with slimy ankles and skinny fingernails.
Tom gulped. He was not prepared for Elizabeth.
As Tom stepped outside and Elizabeth came closer, he could see the roasted glint in her eye.
"Look Tom," growled Elizabeth, with a greedy glare that reminded Tom of understanding aardvarks. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a fight. You owe me 6171 gold pieces."
Tom looked back, even more angry and still fingering the giant teapot. "Elizabeth, I just don't need you in-my life any more," he replied.
They looked at each other with sneezy feelings, like two huge, helpful hamsters singing at a very loving snow storm, which had flute music playing in the background and two adorable uncles partying to the beat.
Tom studied Elizabeth's slimy ankles and skinny fingernails. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Tom. "You will never get your money."
"No!" objected Elizabeth. "You lie!"
"I do not!" retorted Tom. "Now get your slimy ankles out of here before I hit you with this giant teapot."
Elizabeth looked stable, her wallet raw like a helpful, hissing hat.
Tom could actually hear Elizabeth's wallet shatter into 6171 pieces. Then the understanding dolphin hurried away into the distance.
Not even a mug of cocoa would calm Tom's nerves tonight.
THE END
