Playing At Linda Kay's

Fernando landed in a garden he'd never seen before.  He sat very still while he checked the place out for any danger.

Considering it to be a safe place to wander Fernando began to explore.  There were radishes, onions, cabbage and other green things he wasn't familiar with but he continued.

Busy with his proboscis, tasting all available to him, Fernando missed the approaching danger.  A human had entered the garden that obviously was theirs to pick some fresh salad for dinner.

Being a little upset that the fly was vomiting on her lettuce the gardener took one swipe.  A very good solid and, for Fernando, a deadly swipe.

...and the strains of Abba could be heard throughout the garden as the fellow green bottle flies mourned Fernando's passing...

They were closer now Fernando
Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally
I was so afraid Fernando
We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die
And I'm not ashamed to say
The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry

For Senior Adventures with Linda Kay

Your assignment is to write a story about a picture.

A Turtle Tail

For Wednesday Wit and Wisdom at Senior Adventures.  Post a pic, tell a tale.  Join the fun.

I thought I was saving him

I don't think turtles have reverse

So I removed him from dark waters

I thought land couldn't be worse

He overcame his shyness

By golly, he turned around

And headed back to the place

Where I thought he might drown

He didn't want rescued

It was very plain to see

He made a giant effort

To get where he wanted to be.

There must have been some appeal

To this stagnant little hole

He climbed right in

And the spider said, Hello

Sinking he was happy

To be back where he was

I guess dark and stagnant

Is just what he loves.

Dog Tails and A Tale

Meet Ki-Anne, my hot pepper, with her son, Junior...the name that stuck.  Ki was a throw away dog that someone brought to me at work.  Someone had been dropped them off at her house. I could not say no. Ki-Anne has a natural bob tail.  

When I messed up and did not get her spayed in a timely matter, puppies were born.  Some with tails and some with none and a few varying lengths in between. All were given wonderful homes.  One is a therapy dog and two went with their owners to college.  I get updates now and then.  Junior was the one the guys chose to keep.  They are both valuable members to the farm team.

Ki still babies JR.  "Oh, you poor boy, you want a stick?"

"I will pick it up for you

and put it in your mouth.

 Wait, I will get it closer."

JR says, "I don't need a stick, Mom, but you can scratch my itch.

Oh, yes, that's the spot.  Thanks, Mom!"

For Wednesday's Wit and Wisdom