Stinker

by Beverley, Napier, New Zealand

We have these friends, Ivan and Reg who always argue. Sometimes they get pretty heated. They were sitting on the sofa the other day exchanging viewpoints when suddenly Ivan began turning a deeper shade of red than usual. He turned to Reg and spat out the words "Stinker."

I tried to divert Reg's attention from the unprovoked attack by offering him a cup of tea. It wasn't any good. Reg. was beginning to bristle. "Who are you calling a stinker?" he growled.

"You," growled Ivan, "if the cap fits ...."

An odd expression wafted over Reg's face. He glared at Ivan and snarled "You're the stinker - a dirty, rotten stinker."

I was getting alarmed. Things were getting out of hand. The pair were glaring at each other, eye-ball to eye-ball. Any minute fisticuffs could break out.

John intervened "How about coming outside to have a look at my new paint job," he murmured soothingly.

It was a relief to see them disappear out the door. I wondered what had got into them. Then I saw Ollie emerging from under the sofa - he was smirking. I went to pat him and was practically knocked over by the smell. "Stinker," I said.

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