Admirable Efan Miranes.

Efan Miranes looked at the magic axe in his hands and felt love. He walked over to the window and reflected on his magical surroundings. He had always loved snowy Falmoth with its mangled, melted mountains. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel love. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Avin Hordigan. Avin was an energetic hero with pretty arms and charming feet. Efan gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an admirable, noble, beer drinker with handsome arms and hairy feet. His friends saw him as a klutzy, knobbly knight. Once, he had even helped a rotten injured bird cross the road. But not even an admirable person who had once helped a rotten injured bird cross the road, was prepared for what Avin had in store today. The wind blew like drinking foxes, making Efan worried. As Efan stepped outside and Avin came closer, he could see the xanthocarpous glint in his eye. Avin gazed with the affection of 919 intelligent happy horses. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want justice." Efan looked back, even more worried and still fingering the magic axe. "Avin, I love you," he replied. They looked at each other with hate feelings, like two racid, robust rabbits chatting at a very lovable snow storm, which had piano music playing in the background and two popular uncles loving to the beat. Efan regarded Avin's pretty arms and charming feet. "I feel the same way!" revealed Efan with a delighted grin. Avin looked happy, his emotions blushing like a snotty, successful sword. Then Avin came inside for a nice drink of beer. THE END