Una Ferguson was thinking about Ocean Plumb again. Ocean was a friendly god with curvaceous feet and curvy arms.
Una walked over to the window and reflected on her industrial surroundings. She had always loved dirty Athens with its adorable, abundant arches. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel jumpy.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a friendly figure of Ocean Plumb.
Una gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a loving, optimistic, cocoa drinker with fragile feet and brown arms. Her friends saw her as a queasy, quickest queen. Once, she had even helped a strong baby flamingo recover from a flying accident.
But not even a loving person who had once helped a strong baby flamingo recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Ocean had in store today.
The wind blew like laughing dogs, making Una irritable. Una grabbed a peculiar torch that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Una stepped outside and Ocean came closer, she could see the regurgitated glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want revenge," Ocean bellowed, in an adorable tone. She slammed her fist against Una's chest, with the force of 2015 humming birds. "I frigging love you, Una Ferguson."
Una looked back, even more irritable and still fingering the peculiar torch. "Ocean, yabba Dabba Doo," she replied.
They looked at each other with surprised feelings, like two long, little lizards dancing at a very selfish wake, which had reggae music playing in the background and two predatory uncles loving to the beat.
Una regarded Ocean's curvaceous feet and curvy arms. She held out her hand. "Let's not fight," she whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered Ocean.
"Please?" begged Una with puppy dog eyes.
Ocean looked concerned, her body blushing like a mighty, muddy map.
Then Ocean came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.
THE END