Photo Prompt For Kreative Kue

Good morning, afternoon, or night. Today I’ve decided to participate in author Keith Edgar Channing’s “Kreative Kue” Please follow the link to Keith’s fantastic blog.

Here is the photo prompt:

“Pshaw! Really Josh, was it so morally bankrupt? Flushing the goldfish down the toilet and framing Sylvester? My actions liberated the poor thing, forced to swim in circles in that glass dungeon, that’s no life. ‘Course the dummy had the memory of well, a fish. Irritating! ‘Oh, look! A castle! Oh look! A castle!’ All day and everyday! Sheesh! Did everyone a favor!

“Yup! Looks like I’m really paying for it, huh, Josh? Enjoying the view, Sylvester? Oh wait, you can’t because you’re outside for the day and the curtains are closed. That’ll teach you for clawing the stuffing from my bed. This is waaay better, anyhow! The best part is, I know Dad will bring me to the store to get a new one this afternoon! All you’ll be able to do is meow for forgiveness as we drive away.

 “Lucky for you Josh, that you’re a budgie. Frank’s now working at Marty’s Mattress Emporium; flys around jerking his beak towards every mattress, ‘Soooofft!’

“Parrots who squawk get shipped down the block! Ahhh! This is the life! Worship me! Worship me!”  

Flip A Story

Today I thought I’d try something new, well at least new to me. I grabbed a cook book, not sure why, probably needed more for breakfast, and wait for it . . . flipped the pages, letting my finger do the talking.

Here’s what it “decided”:

“Special delivery!”

“Hi Martin, how was your day?”

“Just three near death experiences with a moving van, a taxi, and some guy who thought the bike lane was the expressway. Ran out of muscle cream, so my glutes are bawling, but all in a day’s work. Got a great tip from a receptionist with a piece of spinach stuck in her teeth . . . pretty smile, though.”

“Umhmm . . . well, just take your sweaty self to the shower. Dinner will be ready soon.”

“Whoa, just a second there, what you got cookin’ good lookin’? Smells good!”

“Um, just a bit of this and that.”

“Uh, huh, just a bit of this and that, hey? Lemme see.”

“No, you’ll sweat in the stew. To the shower you go.”

“Wait, what’s this page turned to? Chicken Coq Au Vin? Sounds fancy for ‘barnyard scavenger hunt cook up’. Even pulled out the Dutch oven, I see. You know it’s Tuesday and usually that means mac and cheese. What’s the occasion? Wait! Really? Cover and bake for up to one hour and forty-five minutes? I’m starving! Kate, what’s going on?”

“Here, eat this, take a shower and we’ll talk more.”

“Ommm oooh.”

“You like? Good bread, isn’t it? More? You’re shaking your head. Be careful, smaller bites.”

 “Kinda’ hard when you shoved half a loaf in my mouth. I’m not leaving till you spill the goods. Oh no! Your mother’s not moving in here, is she? Wait, nope, she’s too busy researching the perfect formula for winning at blackjack. Not enough room in this apartment for her spreadsheets and supercomputers. Yuck! A cooked mushroom to the face!”

“Stop it, baby, or a potato is next. Now git in that shower.”

“Ok, sheesh. Going, alright?”

“Hey! Martin, what the heck are you doing? Get your sweaty ear off my belly!”

“Hey, buddy! I know you’re in there and can hear me! It’s Daddy! I know it’s dark and cozy in there but if you . . . aghh!”

“Warned you about the potato. I’m not pregnant, nothing’s going on. Please, shower.”

“Harsh, Kate. Alright, I’m going, but when it’s my turn to cook, I’m making tacos and I’ll put just a slight crack in each shell so that everything will spill on you.”   

“I’m trembling, now get.”

“Going, stop rolling your eyes.”

 “Finally.”

“I heard that! Hey! What’s this fishbowl doing on the bathroom counter? Oh, no way! How did you? Sea Monkeys!! You got Sea Monkeys! How? You even put a small castle in there and a plastic sword! Kate, you’re amazing!”

“I know. I got the sword from the dollar store. You know, the ones they put in drinks. The Sea Monkeys, well thank you Amazon. Martin, you’re sloshing water on the floor. You don’t need to run with the bowl.”

“Sorry, but you have no idea! Ever since Nancy—”

“Yes, I’ve heard the story of your evil sister flushing them down the toilet. It’s okay Martin, you’re safe and so are the monkeys.”

“Now we just have to name these little fellas.”

“How do you know they’re all guys? They’re literally just white blobs.”

“You can’t tell, seriously? Look at their little pointy things. Back to biology 101 for you, huh. Just kidding, put down the spoon. I’m going to name all six. Here we have Thor, then Kong, this one’s Konan, Zeus, Hercules, and Pete.”

“Pete?”

“Yes, Pete. Why not? It’s a good name.”

“Ooookayyy . . . now how are you going to tell them apart? Martin? Um, Martin, hey, no, put down the markers!”    

Photo Prompt For Kreative Kue

Good morning, afternoon, or night. Today I’ve decided to participate in author Keith Edgar Channing’s “Kreative Kue” Please follow the link to Keith’s fantastic blog.

Here Is The Photo Prompt:

“Morning Maybelle! Have anything juicy today?”

“Shh! Keep it down! Patience, Julene, I’m hungry.”

“Hmmmmhmmmmhmmmmhm—”

“’dop’dat!”

“Hmm . . . oh, sorry, just do that when I get nervous. Ooops! Pee, too. Sorry about the splatter.”

“Yuck! Hold on, let me wipe this muck off! There, better now. Well, now, Julene, let me see. Oh! Yes! See the calf lying down next to Molly? No, don’t move your head to look! Pshaw! After everything I’ve taught and you’re still a bovine! And stop rubbing your head against the buffet table! Honestly!”

“Nervous habit, sorry.”

“Annyyywayyyyss . . . as I was saying, the dreadful tail nipper is not Ferdinand’s!”

“Ahh!! Ferdinand!”

Must you copy everything I say? Especially at the same time!”

“Sorry, Maybelle . . . wait? Did you say—”

“I’ve heard his real father is a . . .”

“A what? Tell me, or I’ll pee again!”

“Shh!! He’s a Jersey.”

“Really? Oh, how delicious! Not as tasty as the candy bar. Um, I think it’s called Jersey Malt?”

“Ugh, Jersey Milk. You are still just a b—”

“Not the ‘b’ word! I’ll tell Molly what you said.”

“Go ahead. She’ll laugh at you again and then you’ll miss out on the rest of- oh, hi Lucy! So glad to see you!”

“Wow, still synchronizing your greetings, I see. I’m well, thank you. Just a nibble and I’ll be off. Got to help scare away the bloody gophers. They keep digging holes and twisting hooves.”

“Pfff! Only women with more udders than brains.”

“Beg pardon, Maybelle?”

“She said that you look udderly amazing today! Did you just get some new lipstick? Green is the new brown, you know.”

“Huh? No Julene. I just found a fresh batch of caterpillars! Yum! So tasty, they way they pop in your mouth! Their juices running down your lips!”

“I’m going to be sick.”

“Oh well, in that case, I’ll pass on the hay. See you girls later.”

“She does that on purpose. See the smile on her face? She’s disgusting.”

“Hey-hey! What’s up?”

“Hi Tammy!”

“Yes! That’s the spirit! Going to be a good one! Gonna’ get all up in that prune-faced farmer Macko! Or is that, Wacko! Ha! I slay me!”

“You go, baby girl! You show him the ‘what-for!’”

“Huh? What for? What are you talking ‘bout Jules?”

“Uh, whatever you are. Um, I guess.”

“Nah! Just messing with you, girl! I’m gonna’ hide the salt lick on him again! This’ll be the fifth one he’s bought this month. Oh, ya! He’ll be mutterin’ and whinin’ ‘bout cost and such. Gonna’ be righteous stuff.”

“Sounds wonderful!”

“Sounds dumb.”

“What’d you say, Makebelief?”

“Um, I’m sorry to correct you, Tammy, but it’s—”

“I know what bigmouth’s name is, but she’s so fake, they oughta’ park her on the front lawn, with a flag saying, “Welcome to Macko’s Farm, ” stuck in her b—”

“That’s quite enough! Why, I just saw a tasty patch of hemlock, all you can eat.”

“Trying to kill me, huh? Well, that ain’t right!”

“Go, away!”

“Humph!”

“Ugh! I’m tired of living with such common Bos Taurus.”

“What’s that! It’s growling like that weird T-Rex monster thingy. You know, the one with the large back legs and the itty-bitty front ones? But this one’s swallowed Farmer Macko whole! You can see him in the gut. Eww!”

“You mean the tractor? And no, Macko is perfectly fine. He’s driving the truck.”

“Oh ya, now I remember. Well, it’s coming this way!”

“You’re right, Julene! Remember the last time?”

“It’s stopped! Oh Maybelle, Macko’s ripped the truck’s mouth open and he’s coming towards us! He’s got that neck thingy.”

“A rope! It’s me! No! I’ve been good. Hide me! Quick!”

“Um, oh, hey look! Tammy’s running away with the salt lick! Go Tammy! So funny!”

“Not now! Julene, you need to hide me!”

“Oh, yay, um, get into those bushes. Headfirst, yes, that should do. If you can’t see him, he can’t see you!”

“Makes perfect sense! I take back what I’ve been saying about you to everyone. You’re a genius!”

“Um, yes, I’m just going to step away. Join the others and see the babies. Just shout if you need me.”

Photo Prompt For Kreative Kue

Good morning, afternoon, or night. Today I’ve decided to participate in author Keith Edgar Channing’s “Kreative Kue” Please follow the link to Keith’s fantastic blog.

Here is the photo prompt:

“Jasper! I’m sorry!”

“You called me ‘poofy,’ and right in front of Sally!”

“Look, I thought she liked ‘poofy’!

“Then you peed on my leg! Yuck! Do you know how much rolling in the grass I had to do, to get that off! To make it worse, you did it right—”

“In front of Sally. I get it. I told you, it’s a medical condition. Look I’m sorry you were embarrassed. But let’s look at the facts. Sally is a Bullmastiff, and you’re, well, you.”

“I’m not good enough for her? That what you’re saying?”

“Well, not exactly. It’s just that, when she grows bigger, much, much, much bigger, there’s going to be some complications.”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

“The word, ‘complication,’ originated from the Latin word ‘complicationem’. It means—”

“Pshaw! I know what the word means, I don’t understand what it matters what kind of dog Sally is.”

“Well, she’s young now, but she’s going to grow tall, very tall.”

“How tall?”

“Let’s just say you won’t be able to keep up with her. When you go for a walk, she might as well carry you by the scruff of your neck. Your feet won’t even touch the ground.”

“You’re putting me on!”

“Nope! Look, Mom’s calling us for dinner. I’ll get her to Google a picture of what Sally is going to look like when she’s fully grown.”

“Alright, but it won’t stop us! I’ll steal the step stool Mom uses to reach the top cupboard, to kiss her!”

“The cupboard with our treats?”

“The very one.”

“Wow! You really ARE in love!”

Flash Fiction Photo Prompt For Kreative Kue

Happy day-before-Friday. Sun’s shining here once again, and the grass begs for a cut. It can wait. Well, at least until I finish posting here. Today I’ve decided to participate in author Keith Edgar Channing’s “Kreative Kue” Please follow the link to Keith’s fantastic blog.

Here is the photo prompt:

My Take:

“So, Mr. Wrightbottom, can you tell us about the endangered Snufflepotomaus bird that inhabits this area?”

“Actually, that’s Snufflepotomaas, but I’ll forgive your ignorance. I’ll do better. I show one to you.”

“Really?”

“Observe.”

“Um, are those M&M’s you’re pulling out of your bag?”

“My what? You mean my satchel? And ‘duh’ . . . I mean of course these are. Watch and learn. Look towards the long grass, near the base of that larger tree.”

“Okay! I mean, Larry, turn the camera that way.”

“Nyuk! Nyuk! Gobble! Gobble!”

“Oh . . . okay, and what is that move you’re doing? What does bobbing your head and sticking out your tongue do?”

“I’ ‘aw’ ‘in’ in’.”

“Ummm . . . it draws them in?”

“’uh, ‘uh.”

“You’re nodding, so I guess that’s a ‘yes’.”

“Nyuk! Ny—”

“Mr. Wrightbottom, what exactly is going on he—”

“Hey! We told you yesterday to stay out of here! This time I’m gonna’ call the cops! Flattening the ground keeper’s tires in his driveway, and then stealing his clothes from the locker! You’re going to jail, buddy!”

“What the **** is going on here!”

“Psst! Dave, we’re still on the air.”

“Oh ****! I mean, keep rolling! This boring gig just got a whole lot more exciting! Who knew the crazy guy could run! Did he just . . . aghh! Could have gone all day without seeing that!”  

“I hear you Dave, in all my years I’d never thought I’d watch a naked man being chased across a golf course, while dropping M&M’s from his bag.”

“It’s a satchel! And who’re you calling crazy!”

“Apparently he can hear well, too.”

“Okay, I guess that’s a wrap, or unwrap. Larry, you want to go for a beer?”

“Yup, or two.”