Crazy like a Fox

By

Elizabeth Hensley

8-)

Trevor Cupid Hale, fallen god of love, stood patiently in the mall, smiling gently, waiting for his roommate, Champ to return from the ATM machine.

Champ commented. "Well you are amazingly calm. What's up?

He smiled mischievously, "just enjoying my delusions of reference.'

Tramp laughed, "your what?"

Cupid grinned, "That's what Claire calls it; Her point of view. My point of view is every song I hear that celebrates love is about yours truly. You Mortals Still worship me. You just don't realize you do."

Champ sighed, "Do you ever think you will be sane again, Trevor?"

Trevor grinned, "and give up being the god of love, Champ? Are YOU crazy?"

Champ laughed, "I actually see your point. Your choices are 1. A mentally disturbed bartender that keeps out of the mental hospital across the street only because of an incredibly tolerant mental health care system, or 2. The 3000 year old god of love. Even without powers that last choice is the obvious winner!"

With what Claire would call a rare moment of insight, Trevor said, "You got it roomy! Oh by the way the mall has a new Starbucks. How about coffee on the god?"

Champ was amazed, " Trevor, you are buying ME coffee?"

Cupid grinned, "Nope. I bother to read the advertising flyers you don't bother with. He reached in his pocket pulled out a rectangular piece of paper and waved it in the air, jumping up and down and racing towards the Starbucks, "So I have free coupons. So I'm not spending any of my money but due to my extreme competence you ARE getting free coffee. Eat your heart out normal person!'

Champ raced after him, "Crazy like a fox! Crazy like a fox!!"

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