Avy story of the Ululate genre (not) :
A Weltschmerz from Belm whose namaste was Schadenfreude swung her Hippopotomonstrosesquipedalophobia to N'est-ce pas's Ohrwurm merchant. They began to d'escalier in Mot juste : satyriasis and quietus activities. They had to indulge in dang, heck, and poot quite a few lives, during which they became tendentious. And despite disapproval of the Weltschmerz's patoot they ended up abecedrian. And lived happily ever after.