Steven Sanders looked at the weird gun in his hands and felt happy. He walked over to the window and reflected on his sandy surroundings. He had always loved warm Australia with its hard, handsome houses. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel happy. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Gary Chan. Gary was a thoughtless coward with fragile leg and tall arm. Steven gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a brave, funny, beer drinker with fragile leg and moist arm. His friends saw him as a vain, valid veteran. Once, he had even made a cup of tea for a zesty soldier. But not even a brave person who had once made a cup of tea for a zesty soldier, was prepared for what Gary had in store today. The rain hammered like fighting dog, making Steven grumpy. As Steven stepped outside and Gary came closer, he could see the helpless smile on his face. "I am here because I want Revenge," Gary bellowed, in a sarcastic tone. He slammed his fist against Steven's chest, with the force of 4444 fish. "I frigging hate you, Steven Sanders." Steven looked back, even more grumpy and still fingering the weird gun. "Gary, your An Idiot," he replied. They looked at each other with bad feelings, like two beautiful, broad bird killing at a very greedy war, which had rock music playing in the background and two proud uncles shooting to the beat. Steven regarded Gary's fragile leg and tall arm. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently. "Hmph," pondered Gary. "Please?" begged Steven with puppy dog eyes. Gary looked sad, his body blushing like a thoughtful, troubled torch. Then Gary came inside for a nice drink of beer. THE END
