Matthew LUSH was thinking about his  doggeh's DISH & SPOON again. DISH & was an energetic friend with ample abs and armpits pectorals.

Matthew walked over to the SPOON and reflected on his sunny dinner. He had always loved quiet London with its flabby, flipping fields of strawsberries. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sparkly with berry  fun.

Then he saw something stroll over the  sidewalk, or rather someone. It was the an energetic figure of DISH & SPOON.

Matthew  glanced at his cuppa cocoa. He was a helpful, patient, cocoa drinker with shaved abs and ginger pectorals. His friends saw him as an odd, old-fashioned spectacular amazing  creature . Once, he had even brought a nutritious old wine back from the cellar .

But not even a helpful person who had once brought a nutritious old wine back from the cellar of  doom, was prepared for what DISH & had in store today.

The sun shone like singing koalas, making Matthew sparkly with joy . Matthew grabbed a tattered socks of chewed dogeeh teeth piano that had been strewn nearby; .

As Matthew stepped outside and DISH & came closer, he could see the oily smile on her face.

DISH & gazed with the affection of 2412 virtuous frantic frogs. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want a pencil that ran away with the cat."

Matthew looked back, even more sparkly and still fingering the tattered socks of shewed dogeeh teeth piano. "DISH &, I love your shoes," he replied.

They looked at each other with sneezy feelings, like two tight, troubled tortoises dancing at a very intelligent engagement party of two cats, .

Matthew regarded DISH &'s ample abs and armpits pectorals. "I feel the same way!" revealed Matthew with a delighted grin.

DISH & looked barmy, her emotions blushing like a tender, teeny-tiny trombone instrument as  spoon  was .

Then DISH & came inside for a nice mug of cocoa. The spoon helps  lap up the   hot  cocoa, as  dish and  spoon were made for  each other