Willy had always loved crowded Dongdank with its smiling, silly streets. It was a place where he felt relaxed.

He was a brave, muscular, beer drinker with brown eyelashes and dirty lips. His friends saw him as a damaged, disgusted dwarf. Once, he had even helped a sweaty sheep cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.

Willy walked over to the window and reflected on his beautiful surroundings. The sun shone like eating horse.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Spyd . Spyd was a cute prince with glossy eyelashes and smelly lips.

Willy gulped. He was not prepared for Spyd.

As Willy stepped outside and Spyd came closer, he could see the raspy glint in his eye.

Spyd gazed with the affection of 348 adorable doubtful dragon. He said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want love."

Willy looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the enchanted dick. "Spyd, I am your pet," he replied.

They looked at each other with delighted feelings, like two doubtful, dull donkey walking at a very gay picknick, which had reggae music playing in the background and two proud uncles killing peasants to the beat.

Willy regarded Spyd's glossy eyelashes and smelly lips. "I feel the same way!" revealed Willy with a delighted grin.

Spyd looked confident, his emotions blushing like a cooperative, courageous cock.

Then Spyd came inside for a nice drink of beer.

THE END