It was a sunny day on the island, and the vacuum salesman was feeling bored. He had been stranded there for months, after his plane crashed into the ocean. He had survived by eating coconuts and fish, but he had no one to talk to. He missed his family, his friends, and his job. He loved selling vacuums, but he had no customers on the island.
He decided to take a walk along the beach, hoping to find something interesting. He carried his vacuum with him, as he always did. He never gave up hope that someone would buy it someday. He walked past the palm trees and the rocks, until he reached a small lagoon. There, he saw something that made him stop in his tracks.
It was a mermaid.
She was lying on a rock, sunbathing. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a green tail. She was beautiful, and she looked lonely.
The vacuum salesman felt a surge of excitement. He had never seen a mermaid before, and he wondered if she would be interested in his vacuum. He approached her cautiously, trying not to scare her away.
“Hello,” he said politely. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I couldn’t help noticing you from afar. You are very lovely.”
The mermaid opened her eyes and looked at him. She smiled.
“Hello,” she said in a sweet voice. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I couldn’t help noticing you from afar. You are very strange.”
The vacuum salesman laughed nervously.
“I guess I am,” he said. “I’m a human, and this is my vacuum. It’s a device that cleans dirt and dust from carpets and floors.”
He showed her his vacuum, hoping to impress her.
The mermaid tilted her head curiously.
“What is dirt?” she asked.
The vacuum salesman was puzzled.
“Dirt is… well, it’s… you know, it’s… dirt,” he stammered.
The mermaid shook her head.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I live in the water, and there is no dirt there. Only sand and coral and seaweed.”
The vacuum salesman realized that his vacuum was useless to her.
“Oh,” he said disappointedly. “Well, maybe you would like something else then. Do you have any hobbies or interests?”
The mermaid thought for a moment.
“I like swimming,” she said.
The vacuum salesman nodded.
“That’s nice,” he said. “I like swimming too.”
He lied. He hated swimming. He was afraid of sharks and jellyfish and drowning.
“Maybe we could swim together sometime,” the mermaid suggested.
The vacuum salesman hesitated.
“Maybe,” he said doubtfully.
He wondered if she would eat him or drown him or drag him to her underwater kingdom.
As they were talking, they heard a splash in the water. They turned and saw another person swimming towards them. It was a man wearing goggles and a swimsuit. He had dark hair and tan skin, and he looked fit and athletic.
He reached the shore and climbed out of the water. He saw the vacuum salesman and the mermaid, and he gasped.
“What are you doing here?” he asked them in surprise.
The vacuum salesman and the mermaid looked at him in confusion.
“Who are you?” they asked him in unison.
The swimmer introduced himself.
“I’m Tom,” he said. “I’m an Olympic swimmer, and I’m training for the next games.”
He explained that he had been swimming around the world for practice, and that he had stumbled upon the island by accident.
“I didn’t know anyone lived here,” he said.
The vacuum salesman told him his story.
“I’m Bob,” he said. “I’m a vacuum salesman, and I crashed here months ago.”
He pointed at the mermaid.
“And this is… uh…”
He realized that he didn’t know her name.
The mermaid smiled at him.
“I’m Ariel,” she said. “I’m a mermaid, and I live here.”
She pointed at her tail.
“And this is… uh…”
She realized that she didn’t know what it was called.
The swimmer looked at her in awe.
“You’re a mermaid?” he asked incredulously.
He had never seen a mermaid before, and he wondered if she was real or a hallucination.
“Yes, I am,” she said proudly.
She flicked her tail in the air, making it sparkle in the sun.
The swimmer felt a surge of attraction. She was beautiful, and she looked adventurous.
He decided to flirt with her.
“You’re amazing,” he said sincerely. “You must be very fast in the water.”
Ariel blushed.
“Thank you,” she said shyly. “You’re very kind.”
She liked his compliment, and she liked his appearance. He was handsome, and he looked strong.
She decided to flirt back.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said playfully. “You must be very skilled in the water.”
Tom smiled.
“I try my best,” he said modestly.
He moved closer to her, and she moved closer to him.
They gazed into each other’s eyes, and they felt a connection.
They leaned in for a kiss, and they forgot about everything else.
Bob watched them with a mix of jealousy and annoyance. He felt left out and rejected. He had been the first to talk to Ariel, and he had hoped to win her over with his vacuum. But now she was kissing Tom, and he had nothing to offer.
He sighed and walked away, feeling lonely and miserable.
He wandered around the island, looking for something to cheer him up. He passed by the palm trees and the rocks, until he reached a small cave. There, he saw something that made him stop in his tracks.
It was a snowman.
He was standing in the shade, wearing a hat and a scarf. He had a carrot nose, coal eyes, and a smile. He was happy, and he looked friendly.
Bob felt a surge of curiosity. He had never seen a snowman before, and he wondered how he got there. He approached him cautiously, trying not to melt him.
“Hello,” he said politely. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I couldn’t help noticing you from afar. You are very cool.”
The snowman opened his eyes and looked at him. He smiled.
“Hello,” he said in a cheerful voice. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I couldn’t help noticing you from afar. You are very warm.”
Bob laughed nervously.
“I guess I am,” he said. “I’m a human, and this is my vacuum. It’s a device that cleans dirt and dust from carpets and floors.”
He showed him his vacuum, hoping to impress him.
The snowman tilted his head curiously.
“What is dirt?” he asked.
Bob was puzzled.
“Dirt is… well, it’s… you know, it’s… dirt,” he stammered.
The snowman shook his head.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I live in the cold, and there is no dirt there. Only snow and ice and frost.”
Bob realized that his vacuum was useless to him.
“Oh,” he said disappointedly. “Well, maybe you would like something else then. Do you have any hobbies or interests?”
The snowman thought for a moment.
“I like dancing,” he said.
Bob nodded.
“That’s nice,” he said. “I like dancing too.”
He lied. He hated dancing. He was clumsy and awkward and uncoordinated.
“Maybe we could dance together sometime,” the snowman suggested.
Bob hesitated.
“Maybe,” he said doubtfully.
He wondered if he would freeze or slip or break him.
As they were talking, they heard a scream in the distance. They turned and saw another person running towards them. It was a woman wearing a dress and a veil. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, and she looked scared and angry.
She reached them and stopped in front of them. She saw Bob and the snowman, and she shrieked.
“What are you doing here?” she asked them in horror.
Bob and the snowman looked at her in confusion.
“Who are you?” they asked her in unison.
The woman introduced herself.
“I’m Lisa,” she said. “I’m a bride, and I’m running away from my wedding.”
She explained that she had been forced to marry a rich old man that she didn’t love, and that she had escaped from the church before the ceremony. She had stolen a boat and sailed away, hoping to find a new life somewhere else.
“I didn’t know anyone lived here,” she said.
Bob told her his story.
“I’m Bob,” he said. “I’m a vacuum salesman, and I crashed here months ago.”
He pointed at the snowman.
“And this is… uh…”
He realized that he didn’t know his name.
The snowman smiled at him.
“I’m Frosty,” he said. “I’m a snowman, and I live here.”
He pointed at his hat.
“And this is… uh…”
He realized that he didn’t know what it was called.
Lisa looked at him in disbelief.
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“You’re a snowman?” she asked incredulously.
She had never seen a snowman before, and she wondered if he was real or a delusion.
“Yes, I am,” he said proudly.
He twirled around in the air, making it snow lightly around him.
Lisa felt a surge of admiration. He was cute, and he looked fun.
She decided to befriend him.
“You’re awesome,” she said sincerely. “You must be very happy in the cold.”