Bicycle

All the love that he had in the world was three-pronged: the right flat fang for his mother, the left flat one for his sister, and the top round one for his bicycle. The third one brought him the most pleasure, especially on those days when he gave his sister a ride to the zoo. If only it were possible to place both, his mother and his sister on the sturdy frame of his bicycle! He trembled in his thoughts and was unable to realize any additional metaphors that night. It was very late, and he was finally tired enough to think about her whom he loved instead of playing with venomous sisters and treacherous bicycles. She took over his thoughts for a considerable amount of time until the alarm clock reminded him that it was a gentle Tuesday.