In Keith’s words. “Using this photo (below) as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at keithchanning@gmail.com before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.
Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.”
The Photo.
New Moo by John W. Howell © 2020
“Hey, Roy. How do you do that?”
“What?”
“Move on the water.”
“Oh, that. I got this new thingy.”
“New thingy? What’s it called?”
“Moo Mover Handbasket.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Nah. it’s the latest thing.”
“How does it work?”
“You stand on a board and aim it with your feet.”
“Wow. Who would have thought?”
“Guy Dinkus.”
“Who?”
“The human who invented it. He got tired of slow-moving Moos, so he made this.”
“Does it work on land?”
“That’s what it was developed to do. I’m just using it for fun here in the lake.”
“Where’s the rest of your Moo members.”
“They went off with Guy.”
“Where’d they go?”
“Not sure.”
“How long ago?”
“Ten days.”
“Roy?”
“What?”
“You think Guy did something bad with them?”
“Like what?”
“I heard tell of a place called the abattoir.”
“Abattoir? What the heck is that?”
“It is the Moo equivalent of hell.”
“What goes on there.”
“Moos come in and then come out in little white packages.”
“Goodness, I hope not, but I have an uneasy feeling.”
“Why’s that?”
“The last thing I heard Guy say as we hit the road.”
“By the way. Why aren’t you with the Moo Members?”
“I was but took a wrong turn. Guy never missed me.”
“Okay, so what did he say as you hit the road?”
“Saddle up, ladies. We’re going to hell in a handbasket.”
“You dog.”
“Make that you, Moo. Hahahaha.”
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“Little white packages!” Eek! Good job, John! This was tough. Happy Tuesday!
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Thank you , Jill. Have a terrific Tuesday as well.
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Great concept, John. Might need beefing up, though 😀
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Ha! Ha! Well played!
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😁
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Wow. That took a dark turn.
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Yes it did. Thanks, Charles.
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Uh oh . . .
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Hahaha. Thanks, Liz.
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You’re welcome, John.
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How do you come up with a whole story line, when all I can think of is a one lame line, “Do you come here often?”
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Hahahaha. Not lame, in fact, under the circumstance quite hilarious, GP 😁
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This is making me laugh, John I appreciate that.
Moos to you!
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Thank you, Dan. Moo right back to you.
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Holy cow!! Good one, John. Thank you for the morning chuckles!
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Holy cow. I love that saying. Glad you got some chuckles.
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I’m a farm girl. 😀
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That’s right.
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Yikes! I always hate passing big trucks loaded with pigs or cows on the way to you-know-where. And I often wonder if they know where they’re headed. This story tells me they probably do. Almost makes ya want to become a vegetarian (but then I’d have to feel sorry for the beans and taters, ha!)
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Hahahaha. I always thank my beans and Taters for their service. thank you, Debby.
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I can not wait till this story gets to the sizzling part…
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The charcoal is almost ready.
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Good one, John… Although loathing slaughtering! (Saw an old-fashioned slaughter of a cow back in Appalachia days…and that memory still hurts in the thinking of it. I love those pastoral bovines. ♥♥♥
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Yeah I’m not one for that either. The story is to remind you of those moments and encourage you to put egg plant on the grill instead of that porterhouse steak.
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“To hell in a handbasket…” sounds like the world we are living in. 🙂 Hilarious use of the prompt, John!
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Thank you, Jan. 😁
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Good for Roy for stepping away from Guy. Much as I love beef, I don’t love to think of how my steak makes it to my house…
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Yeah don’t think about it. I haven’t had beef since 1991.
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Right, eggplant it is! Your ‘take’ was original and great… Hi, ladies! ♥♥♥
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Hi Mr. Billy Ray.
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Oh really? I had no idea… Living in Texas and all… Isn’t that an oxymoron?
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Yeah, probably. I’m sure I’m totally an Oxymoron
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Haha! Stop.
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Okay.
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😉
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Excellent picture. There is something refreshing about it.
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Spoken like a true photo artist.
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Bahahahaha! Talk about having the good fortune of possessing a lousy sense of direction!
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So true, Marc. One man’s distraction is another cow’s salvation.
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That’s how it works
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Yup
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hahah! this is wonderfully creative – I was glad to see the cows are following the 2m distance rule too.
Best Wishes, Charlotte
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Yes they are very lawabiding cows. Thank you for the visit and lovely comments, Charlotte.
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🤣That was so damned funny. I’m still chuckling. 👿
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I’m so glad. Thanks, Soooz.
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👍
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Oh, that’s sad. Lucky cow. Wait, aren’t cows girls? Ok I just researched. So interesting. I can’t believe I didn’t know this: https://www.chicagotribune.com/news/ct-xpm-1987-05-28-8702090338-story.html.
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There you go. So Roy is a steer.
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LOL!
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😀
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Don’t be fooled it’s a river of marinade.
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Yes good thinking.
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That was clever and really funny!
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