MarQ looked at the peculiar ruler in his hands and felt happy.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his exciting surroundings. He had always loved engaging Hive with its better, bright blocks. 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 Laurel. Laurel was a thoughtful flagger with handsome elbows and pointy feet.
MarQ gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an intelligent, smelly whiskey drinker with wide elbows and skinny feet. His friends saw him as a graceful, green giant. Once, he had even brought a grieving kitten back from the brink of death.
But not even an intelligent person who had once brought a grieving kitten back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Laurel had in store today.
The wind blew like writing cats, making MarQ interactive.
As MarQ stepped outside and Laurel came closer, he could see the dark glint in her eye.
"Look MarQ," growled Laurel, with a tight-fisted glare that reminded MarQ of thoughtful humming birds. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want Answers. You owe me 5912 HIVE."
MarQ looked back, even more interactive and still fingering the peculiar ruler. "Laurel, I want to ask you a question," he replied.
They looked at each other with bullish feelings, like two drab, damaged dogs commenting at a very clumsy SwarmFest, which had piano music playing in the background and two remarkable uncles transacting to the beat.
MarQ regarded Laurel's handsome elbows and pointy feet. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.
Laurel glared. "Do you want me to shove that peculiar ruler where the sun don't shine?"
MarQ promptly remembered his intelligent and smelly values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you."
Laurel looked supportive, her wallet blushing like a nosy, nervous newspaper.
Then Laurel came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.
THE END
"I feel like I know MarQ. In a way, it feels as though I've always known him."
The Daily Tale
"About as enjoyable as being hailed on whilst taking in washing that has been targeted by seagulls with the squits."
Enid Kibbler
"Saying the wind blew like writing cats is just the kind of literary device that makes this brilliant."
Hit the Spoof
"I could do better."
Zob Gloop