The Squidgy Rock

The Squidgy Rock A Short Story by Untitled writer Warwick Giantbulb looked at the squidgy rock in his hands and felt sad. He walked over to the window and reflected on his pretty surroundings. He had always loved noisy Newton Abbot with its jolly, joyous jungle. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sad. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Michelle Clifford. Michelle was a selfish elephant with short abs and blonde toes.