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13. Random stories 9: The Rain that Hammered like Laughing Foxes

Helen MacDonald had always loved idyllic Bangkok with its magnificent, mashed mountains. It was a place where she felt unstable.

She was a bold, popular, brandy drinker with spiky abs and vast fingers. Her friends saw her as a thundering, tiny teacher. Once, she had even saved a smoggy puppy that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of woman he was.

Helen walked over to the window and reflected on her chilly surroundings. The rain hammered like laughing foxes.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mildred MacDonald. Mildred was a caring gamer with fragile abs and beautiful fingers.

Helen gulped. She was not prepared for Mildred.

As Helen stepped outside and Mildred came closer, she could see the drab glint in her eye.

"Look Helen," growled Mildred, with a predatory glare that reminded Helen of caring hamsters. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want just a little reason. You owe me 568 pounds."

Helen looked back, even more surprised and still fingering the tiny piano. "Mildred, close your eyes? What do you see? A MacDonalds," she replied.

They looked at each other with afraid feelings, like two rabblesnatching, ripe rats gyrating at a very noble snow storm, which had piano music playing in the background and two stupid uncles jogging to the beat.

Helen regarded Mildred's fragile abs and beautiful fingers. "I don't have the funds ..." she lied.

Mildred glared. "Do you want me to shove that tiny piano where the sun don't shine?"

Helen promptly remembered her bold and popular values. "Actually, I do have the funds," she admitted. She reached into her pockets. "Here's what I owe you."

Mildred looked surprised, her wallet blushing like a tough, tasteless torch.

Then Mildred came inside for a nice glass of brandy.


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