Moon That Shone Like Bopping Donkeys

The Moon that Shone like Bopping DonkeysA Short Storyby Writer UnknownChloe Bond looked at the ribbed sandwich in her hands and felt cross. She walked over to the window and reflected on her cold surroundings. She had always loved deprived Chicago with its thoughtless, terrible trees. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel cross. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Dolly Cox. Dolly was a tight-fisted writer with wide moles and ample toes.