Friday Fictioneers — Rabbit Hunting

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“Look at that hillbilly over there,” Percy said.

“You mean the guy standing in the hole he’s digging?” Reggie responded. The two young men got off of their expensive bikes and walked over to the wire fence that separated the field from the road.

“That guy reminds me of Yosemite Sam,” said Percy, laughing. “You know, the one who’s always after Bugs Bunny.”

“Yeah,” said Reggie, chuckling. “He’s probably digging a rabbit hole looking for his dinner.”

Suddenly the guy dropped his shovel, picked up his shotgun, pointed at the two cyclists, and shouted, “Get off my property you varmints.”

(100 words)


Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Connie Gayer.

Only those who are familiar with Yosemite Sam might appreciate this post.

22 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers — Rabbit Hunting

  1. subroto June 2, 2018 / 5:43 am

    Ha! Ha! That bought back memories
    “I’m a-comin’ over the wall after ya … and I’m a-comin’ in a-shootin’!”

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Dale June 2, 2018 / 6:55 am

    That was great! And brought back many a memory of Saturday mornings…

    Liked by 1 person

    • Fandango June 2, 2018 / 7:08 am

      Yes, my parents would plant me in front of the TV on Saturday mornings and let me overdose on Looney Tunes. I didn’t mind at all.

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  3. jillyfunnell June 4, 2018 / 2:50 am

    Those cyclists should watch what they say – a neat write and a lesson in good manners.

    Liked by 1 person

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