Can you make a story using these words?

He was furious. That cheating, slanderous cretin at the club had told everyone that he had caught scarlet fever from that girl at school. It was a base deceit. She was the apple of his eye, the tigress to his tiger. He had adored her since her adolescence and was considering matrimony. His soaring heart was now crushed by frustration. The pine cones were swollen with all the rain, the fickle drops splattering his glasses, blurring his vision and giving him a misty attitude to the stench of the dead bodies.