Disclaimer: yet another randomly generated story were the characters belong to RR

Cerberus had always loved chilly Dallas with its jittery, jolly jungle. It was a place where he felt delighted.

He was a cold-blooded, understanding, whiskey drinker with red fingernails and beautiful arms. His friends saw him as a diced, dangerous Dog. Once, he had even helped a curvy toddler recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of man he was.

Cerberus walked over to the window and reflected on his derelict surroundings. The sun shone like talking snakes.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mrs. O'Leary . Mrs. O'Leary was a spiteful lover with blonde fingernails and scrawny arms.

Cerberus gulped. He was not prepared for Mrs. O'Leary.

As Cerberus stepped outside and Mrs. O'Leary came closer, he could see the mushy glint in her eye.

Mrs. O'Leary gazed with the affection of 7763 lovable mute mice. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a kiss."

Cerberus looked back, even more stressed and still fingering the giant teapot. "Mrs. O'Leary, I'm in love with you," he replied.

They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two frail, frantic frogs jogging at a very loving dinner party, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two malicious uncles dancing to the beat.

Suddenly, Mrs. O'Leary lunged forward and tried to punch Cerberus in the face. Quickly, Cerberus grabbed the giant teapot and brought it down on Mrs. O'Leary's skull.

Mrs. O'Leary's blonde fingernails trembled and her scrawny arms wobbled. She looked sneezy, her emotions raw like a nasty, narrow newspaper.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Mrs. O'Leary was dead.

Cerberus went back inside and made himself a nice glass of whiskey.

THE END