The Rain that Hammered like Singing Foxes

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The Rain that Hammered like Cooking Foxes

Hogwarts fanfiction by adam spong

Dancing Foxes was thinking about Dolly Wishmonger again. Dolly was a gentle friend with solid fingers and ginger feet.

Foxes walked over to the window and reflected on his deprived surroundings. He had always loved quiet Ilvermorny with its joyous, jolly jungle where the bulbous snakes all lived. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel scared for the snakes .

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a gentle figure of Dolly Wishmonger.

Foxes gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a virtuous, modest, fox scent drinker with dirty fingers and red velvet feet. His friends saw him as a keen, kaleidoscopic knight. Once, he had even jumped into a river and saved an unsightly old man.

But not even a virtuous person who had once jumped into a river and saved an unsightly old man, was prepared for what Dolly had in store today.

The rain hammered like cooking foxes, making Foxes lonely. Mohammad grabbed a ripped hat that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Foxes stepped outside and Dolly came closer, he could see the steamed glint in her eye.

Dolly gazed with the affection of 7000 daring fantastic frogs. She said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want a kiss.”

Foxes looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the ripped hat. “Dolly, get out of my house,” he replied.

They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two ratty, roasted rats dancing at a very clumsy disco, which had indie music playing in the background and delightful uncle spong cooking to the beat.

Suddenly, Dolly lunged forward and tried to punch Foxes in the face. Quickly, Foxes grabbed the ripped hat and brought it down on Dolly’s skull.

Dolly’s solid fingers trembled and her ginger feet wobbled. She looked happy, her emotions raw like a ripe, robust record.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Dolly Wishmonger was on her broom, flying back to Chicago for the asexual meet up.

Foxes went back inside and made himself a nice glass of brandy.

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