Okay… I used a short story generator.
Fooble JS looked at the tuba-flavored toothpaste in his hands and felt puzzled.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his beautiful surroundings. He had always loved magical Tuba City with its thoughtless, tame Tubas. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel puzzled.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mrs. Dooglas. Mrs. was an admirable teacher with chubby legs and ugly arms.
Fooble gulped. He was not prepared for what Mrs. had in store today.
The Snow flurried like flopping Albatross, making Fooble healthy.
As Fooble stepped outside and Mrs. came closer, he could see the careful glint in his eye.
“I am here because I want a tuba,” Mrs. bellowed.
Fooble looked back, even more healthy and still fingering the silver toothpaste. “Mrs., YOU HAVE A BANJO,” he replied.
They looked at each other with delighted feelings, like two evil, excited Elephant Seal dancing at a very smelly Christmas, which had Jazz music playing in the background and two creepy uncles yodeling to the beat.
Fooble studied Mrs.’s chubby legs and ugly arms. Eventually, he took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, but I can’t give you a tuba,” he explained, in pitying tones.
Mrs. looked sneezy, his body raw like a red, rainy ruler.
Fooble could actually hear Mrs.’s body shatter into 9992 pieces. Then the admirable teacher hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of Tea would calm Fooble’s nerves tonight.