The Ribbed Sausage
A Short Story
by Mr Pseudonym
Shane Zeus was thinking about Katy Fish again. Katy was a delightful do gooder with short moles and
chubby thighs.
Shane walked over to the window and reflected on his sleepy surroundings. He had always loved noisy
Camborne with its mighty, mangled mountains. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel relaxed.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a delightful figure of Katy Fish.
Shane gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a tactless, kind, whiskey drinker with pointy moles
and fat thighs. His friends saw him as a determined, deadly deity. Once, he had even saved an unsteady
kitten that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a tactless person who had once saved an unsteady kitten that was stuck in a drain, was
prepared for what Katy had in store today.
The hail pounded like bouncing cats, making Shane relaxed. Shane grabbed a ribbed sausage that had been
strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.
As Shane stepped outside and Katy came closer, he could see the stagnant smile on her face.
Katy gazed with the affection of 7283 modest greasy goldfish. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I
want affection."
Shane looked back, even more relaxed and still fingering the ribbed sausage. "Katy, exterminate," he
replied.
They looked at each other with jumpy feelings, like two happy, homely hamsters jumping at a very brave
rave, which had trance music playing in the background and two spiteful uncles loving to the beat.
Shane regarded Katy's short moles and chubby thighs. "I feel the same way!" revealed Shane with a
delighted grin.
Katy looked relaxed, her emotions blushing like a bulbous, blushing banana.
Then Katy came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.
THE END