Here, have another Story

Two Snotty Uncles Smiling to the Beat
A Short Story
by Snow Stormberg

Annika Barnosky looked at the tiny piano in her hands and felt anxious.

She walked over to the window and reflected on her industrial surroundings. She had always loved hilly Sleepford with its roasted, rabblesnatching rivers. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel anxious.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Silente Tempest. Silente was a friendly coward with spiky arms and pretty fingernails.

Annika gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a daring, kind, wine drinker with wide arms and skinny fingernails. Her friends saw her as a flipping, faffdorking friend. Once, she had even revived a dying, old man.

But not even a daring person who had once revived a dying, old man, was prepared for what Silente had in store today.

The clouds danced like bopping guppies, making Annika sneezy.

As Annika stepped outside and Silente came closer, she could see the faint smile on her face.

Silente gazed with the affection of 7514 remarkable precious puppies. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."

Annika looked back, even more sneezy and still fingering the tiny piano. "Silente, eat my shorts," she replied.

They looked at each other with calm feelings, like two crazy, curried cats hopping at a very stupid disco, which had reggae music playing in the background and two snotty uncles smiling to the beat.

Annika regarded Silente's spiky arms and pretty fingernails. "I feel the same way!" revealed Annika with a delighted grin.

Silente looked angry, her emotions blushing like a big, brainy book.

Then Silente came inside for a nice glass of wine.

THE END

(I haven't read this yet, it is a direct copy-paste)