4 ranger in the park story 4

ranger Blunder had always loved deserted Bangkok with its tasteless, testy tunnels. It was a place where he felt delighted.

He was a clumsy, virtuous, whiskey drinker with solid warts and slimy thighs. His friends saw him as a proud, prickly painter. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved a brainy baby flamingo. That's the sort of man he was.

ranger walked over to the window and reflected on his industrial surroundings. The clouds danced like shouting elephants.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Kevin Ball. Kevin was a funny god with solid warts and handsome thighs.

ranger gulped. He was not prepared for Kevin.

As ranger stepped outside and Kevin came closer, he could see the burnt smile on his face.

Kevin gazed with the affection of 6611 popular calm cats. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want some more Twitter followers."

ranger looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the enchanted book. "Kevin, yabba Dabba Doo," he replied.

They looked at each other with barmy feelings, like two better, brief badgers rampaging at a very brutal wedding, which had reggae music playing in the background and two snooty uncles jumping to the beat.

ranger regarded Kevin's solid warts and handsome thighs. "I feel the same way!" revealed ranger with a delighted grin.

Kevin looked happy, his emotions blushing like a burnt, breakable blade.

Then Kevin came inside for a nice glass of rum.

THE END