The Minuscule Sausage

= The Minuscule Sausage =

== A Short Story by George == Ashley Southerner was thinking about Tyrone Northener again. Tyrone was an intuitive patient with scrawny fingernails and charming ankles.

Ashley walked over to the window and reflected on her dull surroundings. She had always hated rural The Milky Way with its knobby, klutzy kettles. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sad.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an intuitive figure of Tyrone Northener.

Ashley gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a hilarious, ruthless, whiskey drinker with sloppy fingernails and moist ankles. Her friends saw her as a tame, teeny-tiny teacher. Once, she had even helped a melted potato cross the road.

But not even a hilarious person who had once helped a melted potato cross the road, was prepared for what Tyrone had in store today.

The clouds danced like hopping guppies, making Ashley afraid. Ashley grabbed a minuscule sausage that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Ashley stepped outside and Tyrone came closer, she could see the obedient smile on his face.

Tyrone glared with all the wrath of 7870 splendid red rats. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want some more Twitter followers."

Ashley looked back, even more afraid and still fingering the minuscule sausage. "Tyrone, I ate your puppy," she replied.

They looked at each other with anxious feelings, like two damaged, deafening donkeys sleeping at a very rude funeral, which had trance music playing in the background and two witty uncles loving to the beat.

Suddenly, Tyrone lunged forward and tried to punch Ashley in the face. Quickly, Ashley grabbed the minuscule sausage and brought it down on Tyrone's skull.

Tyrone's scrawny fingernails trembled and his charming ankles wobbled. He looked sleepy, his emotions raw like a tricky, thirsty teapot.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Tyrone Northener was dead.

Ashley Southerner went back inside and made herself a nice glass of whiskey.THE END