Cowardly Clarke Walker
A Short Story
by Writer Unknown
Katy Parker looked at the weathered sandwich in her hands and felt sad.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her idyllic surroundings. She had always loved crowded Paris with its zany, zealous zoos. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sad.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Clarke Walker. Clarke was a cowardly elephant with slimy arms and vast spots.
