Two Noble Uncles Bouncing to the Beat

Two Noble Uncles Bouncing to the BeatA Short Storyby Mr PseudonymMohammad Thunder had always loved sunny Falmouth with its moaning, mammoth mountains. It was a place where he felt lonely. He was a selfish, cute, squash drinker with slimy eyelashes and hairy thighs. His friends saw him as a plain, pleasant patient. Once, he had even rescued a jittery injured bird from a burning building. That's the sort of man he was.