 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
Tino's first reaction to Daisy's outstretched hands was to shrink away in disgust. However, being the gentleman he was, he attempted to repress his revulsion. "Ah," he croaked, eyes watering. "Wait. . .just a second."
His mind raced feverishly. How was he to decide? Safety--or chivalry? Safety. Chivalry. Scenes of dying a horrible retching death from cat-scratch fever played through his mind, followed by the weeping Daisy at his side. 'Oh my hero!', she cried. 'He risked it all, for me! If only I could repay him!' Inspiration flooded Tino's senses. He broadened his shoulders.
"Here," Tino hesitated, then took one single step into the gritty sand and reached out his hand. "Let me just--AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Daisy, who had just taken hand, suddenly fell backwards. His hand pointed. "Cat! Cat--pis-peeeeeing! Right there!" Small granules showered Tino's 'anchor' foot, which still safety toed the grass.
Without thinking, Tino jerked his foot out of the way and flung himself forward out of the line of fire. Potentially dirty sand was better than certain defilement.
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |