Two Peculiar Uncles Sleeping to the Beat

Two Peculiar Uncles Sleeping to the Beat A Short Story by Anonymous Forest Platt looked at the squidgy gun in his hands and felt sneezy. He walked over to the window and reflected on his sleepy surroundings. He had always loved magical Cape Town with its enchanting, enthusiastic estuaries. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sneezy. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Kathy Russell. Kathy was a stable hero with handsome elbows and chubby eyebrows.