Sarah Mac DADDY had always loved cold Chicago with its knobbly streets. Sarah was always interested in keen kettles. It was a place where she felt at one with the cuppa tea.
She was a modest, courageous, tea drinker with charming Kettle and a fine set of tea cups. Her friends saw her as a wonder, delightful person, . Once, she had even brought a smiling cuppa tea back from the steep of broth. That’s the sort of woman he was.
Sarah walked over to the window and reflected on her industrial surroundings. The industrial Chicago with its tine roof dominence ,hail pounded like running mice.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Khloe Dancing. Khloe was being cared for by the sympathetic doctor with large eyelashes and small fingernails.
Sarah gulped. She was not prepared for Khloe. as her Kettle had not yet been boiled,
As Sarah stepped outside and Khloe came closer, she could see the cute glint in her eye. Sarah Hugged Khloe for what seemed like an eternity of wonder,
Khloe gazed with the affection of 6586 admirable delightful dogs. She said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want some more Twitter followers.”
Sarah looked back, even more barmy and still holding her magic banana. “Khloe, let’s move in together,” she replied.
They looked at each other with confident feelings,
Khloe said, But Sarah we are both in Hufflepuff, we already live together,
“oh YEs, I forgot,” Said Sarah ,
Sarah regarded Khloe’s comment with amazement, and put the kettle on, Do you want oolong or Earl Grey .
Khloe, in a delighted voice, squeed, : Earl Fry, yes please, I am in a squeeee moment, and I must gain the excitement of the Earl Grey,
“I feel the same way!” revealed Sarah with a delighted grin.
Khloe looked ambivalent, her emotions blushing like a tender, tricky torch.
Then Khloe came inside for a nice glass of Earl Grey.
THE END