The Hail That Pounded Like Bouncing Koalas

The Hail that Pounded like Bouncing Koalas
A Short Story
by Writer Unknown
Mildred Cockle had always loved pretty Skegness with its wet, wandering waters. It was a place where she felt sparkly.
She was an energetic, special, beer drinker with skinny abs and sticky feet. Her friends saw her as a graceful, glamorous giant. Once, she had even saved a witty injured bird that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of woman he was.