The Magic Sandwich
Morwenna Bishop had always loved magical Falmouth with its handsome, happy hills. It was a place where she felt ecstatic.
She was a gracious, delightful, cocoa drinker with beautiful moles and curvy eyes. Her friends saw her as a warm, whispering writer. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a new kitten. That's the sort of woman he was.
Morwenna walked over to the window and reflected on her sleepy surroundings. The clouds danced like thinking elephants.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Felicity Zeus. Felicity was a friendly bear with wide moles and spiky eyes.
Morwenna gulped. She was not prepared for Felicity.
As Morwenna stepped outside and Felicity came closer, she could see the wet glint in her eye.
"Look Morwenna," growled Felicity, with a brave glare that reminded Morwenna of friendly elephants. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a pencil. You owe me 3322 pounds."
Morwenna looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the magic sandwich. "Felicity, I shrunk the kids," she replied.
They looked at each other with sleepy feelings, like two obnoxious, open ostriches bouncing at a very lovable accident, which had indie music playing in the background and two spiteful uncles partying to the beat.
Morwenna regarded Felicity's wide moles and spiky eyes. "I don't have the funds ..." she lied.
Felicity glared. "Do you want me to shove that magic sandwich where the sun don't shine?"
Morwenna promptly remembered her gracious and delightful values. "Actually, I do have the funds," she admitted. She reached into her pockets. "Here's what I owe you."
Felicity looked active, her wallet blushing like a small, spewmungous sandwich.
Then Felicity came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.