Welcome Dear Readers!
The week has rolled around again to Wednesday, (the week likes to roll around — kind of like a roll-a-way bed in an earthquake — only without the mattress) which means it’s time for The Friday Fictioneer Challenge! Yay!
Challengers are asked to write a 100-words story about the weekly picture that is on display over at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple. Rochelle is our hostess with the mostess and the Friday Fictioneering-est!
This week’s picture was provided courtesy of Randy Mazie at the Writer’s Village, who subscribes, like I do, to the theory that no story is complete unless there’s a goat involved in there somewhere. Thank you Randy!
“Baaaaa!” Cried Jennifer Spectacular.
Arthur marked his place in Three Billy Goats Gruff and looked up momentarily. “Didn’t that banana agree with you, Jennifer?”
“Well, I warned you about gulping down a banana after eating a purse, a chain-link fence and a can of Sprite, now didn’t I?
“No I don’t have any Tums.”
“Don’t call me that!”
Why you ungrateful little goat!
“What do you mean what am I doing? I’m calling animal control to come get you!”
“Do you really mean that, Jennifer Spectacular?”
“Okay, I’m sorry too.”
Until next time . . . I love you