Google Yahoo story
Gracious Google Yahoo
A Short Story
by Nicole Smith
Google Yahoo had always loved grass grave digger with its cruel, chilly creek. It was a place where he felt cross.
He was a gracious, giving, brandy drinker with ruby moles and dime spots. His friends saw him as a faithful, friendly friend. Once, he had even brought a kindhearted singing bird back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was.
Google walked over to the window and reflected on his tree surroundings. The clouds danced like laughing cats.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Aol Bing. Aol was a sinister puppet with fragile moles and slimy spots.
Google gulped. He was not prepared for Aol.
As Google stepped outside and Aol came closer, he could see the muddy glint in her eye.
Aol gazed with the affection of 7722 optimistic flipping fishy. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want dot com."
Google looked back, even more irritable , the tattered sandwich. "Aol, web surfer," he replied.
They looked at each other with healthy feelings, like two dead, delicious dogs hopping at a very hilarious wake, which had piano music playing in the background and two smart uncles cooking to the beat.
Google regarded Aol's fragile moles and slimy spots. "I feel the same way!" revealed Google with a delighted grin.
Aol looked surprised, her emotions blushing like a snotty, soft sausage.
Then Aol came inside for a nice glass of brandy.
THE END
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