Today on Drabble Wednesday I yank a few
things out of the vault due to a busy schedule. Read on for some
silliness...
Lassie Comes Home
Across a
field of emerald grass, a white and golden collie loped, barking furiously. The
tired farmer, Jim, looked up from his weeding and sighed.
“Dagnabbit,
Timmy’s down the well again!”
“Shoot!”
His wife spit on the ground. “That’s the second time this week, Clem. I don’t
know what we’re going to do about him.”
Jim let
out another sigh. “Yep. Our alien masters missed the mark cloning that boy.
He’s dumb as a sack of rocks.” He waved to the dog, who stopped and sat back on
his haunches. “Come on, Lassie, show me where he is this time.”
~*~
Just Short of Eureka
Being sheriff of Dry Patch ain’t easy. Not with these crazy inventors running ‘round
the town making wild contraptions near every week. Lands sakes, today they had a three wheeled
stagecoach running down Main Street!
Course now, those mad scientists did come
in handy the time I had to arrest Black-Eyed Pete. Those tin-plated smoke gadgets they conjured
flushed out that outlaw from the stables slick as could be, and the varmint
stumbled out a coughin’ like he had the consumption.
Now if I could just get ‘em to stop explodin’
things, the town would be a mite more peaceful.
~*~
Talking with Fish
Stupid nosy neighbour! A pox on him and his dumb cell phone! A person can’t leave their kitchen curtains
open these days!
He showed me the video yesterday. Clear as day, with me using my magic pendant
while chatting with Percy, my talking, puce-coloured carp. I tried to laugh it off, but conjuring a
shower of gold from thin air is hard to explain.
The weasel threatened to sell the video to
the tabloids if I don’t cut him in on the wealth. I may have to pay him off, unless I can get
him to drink this poisoned tonic.
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