Scheming Unclesl

Phil Daz looked at the spotty book in his hands as a feeling of loneliness crept down his danced around his subconscious.

He mozied over to the window and reflected upon his old-fashioned surroundings. He always loved hilly Moscow with its clever, curvy cliffs. A place that encouraged his tendency to feel lonely.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone familiar… It was the figure of Andrew Doop. Andrew was an arrogant monster with lanky ligaments.

Phil had gulped. glancing at his own reflection. He was a brutal, malicious, brandy drinker with long blonde hair and tall athletic structure. His friends saw him as a powerful, purring patient fellow, mellow as a cucumber. Once, he had even jumped into a rushing river to save a drowning funny deaf person.

But not even a brutal person who had once jumped into a river and saved a funny deaf person, was prepared for what Andrew had in store today.

The wind blew like prancing cats, making Phil confident.

Phil stepped outside, Andrew came closer out of the dark shade into the light, he could then see the colossal smile on his face.

“Look Phil,” growled Andrew his ex fiancé, with a greedy glare that reminded Phil of arrogant pigeons. “I hate you and I want a resolution. You owe me 6855 euros.”

Phil looked back, even more confident and still fingering the spotty book. “Andrew, I just don’t need you in my life any more,” he replied confidentiality.

They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two raw, real rabbits shouting at a very snooty engagement party, which had piano music playing in the background and two scheming uncles rampaging to the beat.

Phil studied Andrew’s skinny legs and vast elbows. Eventually, he took a deep breath. “I’m afraid I declared myself bankrupt,” explained Phil. “You will never get your money.”

“No!” objected Andrew out of animosity. “You lie!”

“I do not!” retorted Phil. “Now get your skinny legs out of here before I hit you with this spotty hardcover book.”

Andrew looked anxious, his wallet raw like a ratty, red rock.

Phil could actually hear Andrew’s wallet shatter into 6855 pieces. Then the arrogant monster hurried away into the distance.

“This is not over Phil.”

Not even a glass of brandy would calm Phil’s nerves tonight.

THE END

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