(Submitted by Janet) Claire was in her office, working on a report on her computer and silently cursing out her spell checker's inadequate dictionary, when the door burst open. This was quickly followed by Trevor striding up to her desk, unannounced and uninvited, as usual, carrying a small red gift bag and an open bag of jellybeans which he was munching from. "Can you believe it?" he said as soon as his mouth was empty enough to speak. "Cupid's Day isn't even over yet and already the stores are dragging out the Easter candy. Talk about getting the bum's rush. Want some?" He held the bag out to her. "No, thanks. Um, Trevor, did you just come here to deliver a diatribe on modern marketing practices or --" "Actually I came here to give you your Cupid's Day present," he said, reaching into the gift bag. "Well, Trevor, that's very nice of you, but as your therapist, I don't think I can accept --" She saw what he had put on her desk "-- a cactus?" "Hey, you did say you always felt guilty about getting cut flowers because they died so soon. And I thought maybe a plant would brighten up this room a little --" He looked around doubtfully. "I think I should have gotten more than one." Looking back down at the plant, he continued, "See, I even found a little plastic pink flamingo to put next to it so it'll look like a real garden." "Well, um, thank you, Trevor. Now, if you don't mind, I really need to get back to my work..." She had gotten up from her desk and had almost successfully guided Trevor out the door when he stopped and said, "Wait - I have some good news I wanted to tell you about." "You've decided to get out of the matchmaking business and become a kamikaze?" A momentary hurt look flickered across his face, but, seeming to recover quickly, he continued, "Remember that couple I was telling you about before? The one that was having trouble working out their religious differences because he practices Buddhism and she's into voodoo? Well, last night, I managed to get them both to come to the bar, and after getting them into an open and receptive state of mind --" "You mean you got them drunk?" "--they decided that what they had in common was more important than what they didn't, so they're going to give it one more try. And right now, the only thing they're arguing about is whether to get white or avocado appliances for the apartment they're moving into together." "That's a lovely story, Trevor, but right now..." "So what are you doing for the Big Day? Has Frank got something special planned for his little dumpling?" "If he has, I wouldn't tell you." With that remark, the realization that he really Wasn't Wanted there seemed to hit him. "Okay...I guess I'd better be going then... See you later, Claire." After he had gone, she went back to her desk and tried to get back to where she had left off. She noticed that Trevor had left the gift bag on the desk. Thinking it was a nice looking bag and maybe she could use it for something, she picked it up and was about to fold it up when she realized there was still something left inside. Looking inside, she found a white envelope with her name on, and a card inside with a photograph of a hyena. As she opened the card to see if there was any message inside, she saw a small piece of cardboard with something attached to it sliding out. Picking it up, she found herself staring at a red enameled heart pin with a gold plated arrow across the center. Curious, she looked at the card again and read, in Trevor's large scrawled printing: Claire, Here's something to help you get all the love you deserve. Happy Cupid's Day. Trevor P.S. Apology accepted.Continue for more Madlibs!!!