You were just a tree
Until I hired them to hack on thee
Now I am startled by the way your trunk resembles the
Grotesque limbs I saw in a horror movie
I hope it was just
But it was with such joy and happiness and relief to see
The job was complete
Leaving me without that creepy tree
That resembled much too
The one in the film (which it’s twin
Had to be…)
The monstrous and horrible thing…
On the next episode of ”Marie Antoinette Ruins France ” find out why Marie Antoinette is at her wits end and really cold in the bathtub, too . Sometimes it takes patience and virtue to be a future Queen.
@MarieAntoine1792 wrote :
This morning, I was really tired and cold in the bathtub- freezing really – and naked – and just as I was thinking that the 180 year old countess is about to hand my shift to me then this princess walked in so we had to start over . I guess I made a noise in disgust and got a severe pinch from some other lady who was in line to hand me something and by then it was really cold and I was really DONE. I’m sorry but when you have a entourage of women trying to dress you accordingly by title and then a higher level of random rank decides to join in , you’re not in a good mood . You know? You try it. I think I handle it pretty well ..
Nine years ago today in history:
”Yo Taylor , I’m going to let you finish… ”
Today in history,
”Yo, Donald, I’m going to let you finish ….”
photo credit :AP Photo/J. Scott Applewhite
Source: FFfAW Challenge – 201st
This week’s photo prompt is provided by H.R.R. Gorman. Thank you H.R.R.!
”Donald, come out. We know you are in here. We can help you but we need you to cooperate with us. We know you are scared but no one will hurt you. You can trust us. We are your friends. We only want to talk. ”
The tall man in charge was getting annoyed and I could sense that he was also afraid. Afraid of not finding Donald. I tried to hide my amusement at his obvious distress. It really wasn’t a funny situation.
The tall man kept looking anxiously for Donald to come out.
I jokingly stated that Donald was probably contemplating his surrender but the white flag was out of the question since he was out of toilet paper.
The tall man whose name was ironically George Smalley wasn’t amused and told me to shut up.
I silently turned the remote on and Donald the duck was suddenly spinning and quacking his way to end the hostage standoff on top of a Roomba.
“That is Donald? ”
”Duck, duck… Goose, ” I cheerfully called over my shoulder.
Story word count: 177