Frank finished packing. Ever since Jill, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Frank had been defiant.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing typed him, all was spiteful. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going in the room to become a vibrant box.
Just then, there was a lively knock at the door. Frank opened it and stood there depressingly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his mouth.
When Frank came to, Jill was holding his ear and looking stupid. "My love," Jill said greatfully, "I'm sorry for the insane shock. I've been shipwrecked on a hateful island for the last ten years, living over the hills and through the woods. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my arm in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Frank could hardly believe his Jill had returned. "I will always love you, arm or no arm. Besides, you can cover it up with a lawn."
They embraced hatefully and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was great.