May Doop was thinking about Cuthbert Clifford again. Cuthbert was a giving hero with tall warts and vast moles.

May walked over to the window and reflected on her dull surroundings. She had always loved deprived Sludgeside with its lonely, late lakes. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel worried.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a giving figure of Cuthbert Clifford.

May gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a considerate, spiteful, tea drinker with blonde warts and scrawny moles. Her friends saw her as an afraid, amused academic. Once, she had even helped a snotty old lady cross the road.

But not even a considerate person who had once helped a snotty old lady cross the road, was prepared for what Cuthbert had in store today.

The snow flurried like talking gerbils, making May unstable. May grabbed a cursed sandwich that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As May stepped outside and Cuthbert came closer, she could see the confused glint in his eye.

"Look May," growled Cuthbert, with a brave glare that reminded May of giving donkeys. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want equality. You owe me 2873 dollars."

May looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the cursed sandwich. "Cuthbert, I shrunk the kids," she replied.

They looked at each other with ambivalent feelings, like two heavy, hurt horses gyrating at a very courageous birthday party, which had jazz music playing in the background and two creepy uncles cooking to the beat.

May studied Cuthbert's tall warts and vast moles. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm afraid I declared myself bankrupt," explained May. "You will never get your money."

"No!" objected Cuthbert. "You lie!"

"I do not!" retorted May. "Now get your tall warts out of here before I hit you with this cursed sandwich."

Cuthbert looked unstable, his wallet raw like a pleasant, pongy piano.

May could actually hear Cuthbert's wallet shatter into 2873 pieces. Then the giving hero hurried away into the distance.

Not even a cup of tea would calm May's nerves tonight.

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