The Moon that Shone like Running Cats
A Short Story
by YTCat123

Balloony With A String had always loved pretty Goiky with its greasy, grieving grass. It was a place where he felt delighted.

He was an intelligent, popular, wine drinker with skinny lips and pointy legs. His friends saw him as a difficult, dark dolphin. Once, he had even rescued a tasty baby flamingo from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.

Balloony walked over to the window and reflected on his nice surroundings. The moon shone like running cats.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Cloudy The Fluffy Boi. Cloudy was a hilarious friend with red lips and pretty legs.

Balloony gulped. He was not prepared for Cloudy.

As Balloony stepped outside and Cloudy came closer, he could see the breakable glint in his eye.

Cloudy gazed with the affection of 2658 lovable grubby goldfish. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want to adopt Rocky."

Balloony looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the tiny ruler. "Cloudy, I'm never gonna give you u, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you, never gonna make you cry, never gonna say goodbye, never gonna tell a lie and hurt you," he replied.

They looked at each other with ecstatic feelings, like two boiled, brief bears swimming at a very smart wedding, which had trance music playing in the background and two funny uncles shouting to the beat.

Balloony regarded Cloudy's red lips and pretty legs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Balloony with a delighted grin.

Cloudy looked happy, his emotions blushing like a bulbous, bumpy blade.

Then Cloudy came inside for a nice glass of wine.

THE END 

CLOUDY DOESN'T EVEN HAVE LEGSSSS- *WHEEZE*