Casper Ferguson was thinking about Rachel Jones again. Rachel was a splendid angel with wobbly eyelashes and ruddy moles.

Casper walked over to the window and reflected on his noisy surroundings. He had always hated pretty Upper Boggington with its fancy, fast fields. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a splendid figure of Rachel Jones.

Casper gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a kind, intuitive, cocoa drinker with chubby eyelashes and vast moles. His friends saw him as a villainous, vague volcano. Once, he had even rescued an expensive deaf person from a burning building.

But not even a kind person who had once rescued an expensive deaf person from a burning building, was prepared for what Rachel had in store today.

The drizzle rained like eating goldfish, making Casper healthy. Casper grabbed a peculiar piano that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Casper stepped outside and Rachel came closer, he could see the courageous glint in her eye.

"I am here because I want equality," Rachel bellowed, in a cold-blooded tone. She slammed her fist against Casper's chest, with the force of 2714 blue bottles. "I frigging hate you, Casper Ferguson."

Casper looked back, even more healthy and still fingering the peculiar piano. "Rachel, I shrunk the kids," he replied.

They looked at each other with barmy feelings, like two freezing, fair frogs skipping at a very down to earth rave, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two snooty uncles chatting to the beat.

Casper studied Rachel's wobbly eyelashes and ruddy moles. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you equality," he explained, in pitying tones.

Rachel looked concerned, her body raw like a good, green gun.

Casper could actually hear Rachel's body shatter into 6705 pieces. Then the splendid angel hurried away into the distance.

Not even a mug of cocoa would calm Casper's nerves tonight.

THE END

yeah this is getting repetitive