Two Kind Uncles Laughing to the Beat A Short Story by Flower Almond Cookie had always loved calm Milfland with its vain, valid vines. It was a place where he felt calming. He was a strong, upbeat, coffee drinker with vast eyelashes and charming fingers. His friends saw him as a burnt, black bear. Once, he had even revived a dying, kitten. That's the sort of man he was. Almond walked over to the window and reflected on his green surroundings. The drizzle rained like smiling guppies. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Flower Milf. Flower was a friendly carer with tall eyelashes and ample fingers. Almond gulped. He was not prepared for Flower. As Almond stepped outside and Flower came closer, he could see the joyous glint in her eye. "Look Almond," growled Flower, with an adventurous glare that reminded Almond of friendly ostriches. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want a hug. You owe me 6999 dollar." Almond looked back, even more merry an

d brought it down on Flower's skull. Flower's tall eyelashes trembled and her ample fingers wobbled. She looked cheerful, her wallet raw like a putrid, panicky piano. Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Flower Milf was dead. Almond Cookie went back inside and made himself a nice cup of coffee. THE END

i haven't read the entire thing so

i love almond's vast eyelashes 😍😍😍

i'm gonna record myself reading this and send it to you 🥰🥰