As I was finishing my cup of coffee and a wee scone, I heard what could best be described as a clatter on the roof. Knowing it is nowhere near Christmas, I had a feeling in my gut that it may be of rather large import and worthy of investigation. However, I hesitated at the back door since whatever hit the roof was now in the process of sliding from its initial point of impact to the ground. My better judgment reminded me that stepping out of the doorway into the vector of a falling object is one way for a quick trip to eternity.
I was happy I waited since the force of the falling object, even though it was connected to a parachute, made a large dent in the yard. When it was safe, I approached the container and could see the name ACME Power Rocket stenciled on the side. There was a shipping invoice attached as well, and I tore it off. You guessed it. The recipient was one Wilie E. Coyote in care of Universal Studios, Hollywood, California. You have to wonder how it got here. Maybe it came by the USPS. Also included in the invoice was a note. It read.
Dear sir or Madam,
Please forward this package to the rightful recipient should it end up in your hands. I am trying to save money, so I shipped via USPS, and as we all know, sometimes things go astray. Also, here is a message from Linda Hill. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “wee.” Use the word “wee” or find a word that contains it and use it in your post. Have fun!
Thanks in advance.
Wilie E. Coyote
If you would like to have fun visit Linda’s blog and read how. Here is the link https://lindaghill.com/2021/08/06/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-aug-7-2021/
Wee by John W. Howell © 2021
“What is it?”
“Don’t go there.”
“I need to go wee.”
“No, that’s where you are not supposed to go.”
“I don’t have to wee.”
“Okay, let’s start over. What were you going to write about?”
“Wee, wee, wee, all the way home pig?”
“Yeah, but now that you have tainted the word, it sounds gross.”
“You, Robert. Are you having a stroke?”
“Okay, I think we have been around the slapstick horn enough. Let’s go get a beer.”
“Wee little Willy won’t go home.”
“No, wait. I’ll stop.”