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Cross looked at the solid hawk in his hands and felt stressed.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his dull surroundings. He had always loved cold Nightmare’s Castle with its tender, tricky tall arches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel stressed.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Killer. Killer was a proud friend with skeletal humeruses and frail hands.
Cross gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cowardly, deranged, Monster mixed with silly string drinker with boney humeruses and small hands. His friends saw him as a tender, tricky that one piece of crumbled paper in Nightmare’s office. Once, he had even saved a smooth Crosses chocolate collection that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a cowardly person who had once saved a smooth Crosses chocolate collection that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Killer had in store today.
The clouds danced like cooking giraffes, making Cross stable.
As Cross stepped outside and Killer came closer, he could see the wild smile on his face.
"Look Cross," growled Killer, with a ruthless glare that reminded Cross of proud frogs. "I have dyslexia and I want the chocolate. You owe me 960 laughing cows."
Cross looked back, even more stable and still fingering the solid hawk. "Killer, I have dyslexia," he replied.
They looked at each other with jumpy feelings, like two kindhearted, kooky koalas loving at a very stupid carol service, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two spiteful uncles talking to the beat.
Cross studied Killer's skeletal humeruses and frail hands. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained Cross. "You will never get your money."
"No!" objected Killer. "You lie!"
"I do not!" retorted Cross. "Now get your skeletal humeruses out of here before I hit you with this solid hawk."
Killer looked puzzled, his wallet raw like a bored, blue book.
Cross could actually hear Killer's wallet shatter into 960 pieces. Then the proud friend hurried away into the distance.
Not even a mug of Monster mixed with silly string would calm Cross's nerves tonight.
THE END