The Clouds That Danced Like Dancing Badgers

The Clouds that Danced like Dancing Badgers A Short Story by Writer Unknown Cuthbert Thornton looked at the bendy rock in his hands and felt shocked. He walked over to the window and reflected on his quiet surroundings. He had always loved noisy Camborne with its average, anxious arches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel shocked. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of John McCallister. John was a friendly friend with curvy warts and curvaceous lips.