Twittering Tales — Grubs Up

534f4857-a4c2-49b4-b020-00e90e960b1eThe cowpokes called their range cook “Cookie.” He may not have been a gourmet chef, but when it came to preparing meals out on the range, Cookie was the man. Beef stews were his specialty and he always had plenty of kettles of hot grub going for the ranch hands at day’s end.

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Written for Twittering Tales from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Pexel @ Pixabay.com.

Twittering Tales — I Don’t Do Green

d7c6db18-7ce3-4fe0-9382-f91440e03d82I don’t like peas.

I hate spinach, asparagus, broccoli, and green beans.

Same with Brussels sprouts and green peppers.

Kale, zucchini, and artichokes are not for me.

I don’t eat green veggies.

So why would you put a glass of bubbly green gook in front of me and expect me to drink it?

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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Anasegota at Pixabay.com.

Twittering Tales —A Cracker, Dammit

C89725BA-D224-4F63-A8A7-35F6F280938FI’m a pretty boy.
Squawk, squawk.
Polly wants a cracker.
Squawk, squawk.
Hello, hello.
Squawk, squawk.
Polly wants a cracker.
You’re a babe.
Squawk, squawk.
Hello, hello.
You’re a babe.
I’m a pretty boy.
Polly wants a cracker, dammit.
Not a goddam walnut.
Are you fucking stupid or something?

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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Free-Photos at Pixabay.com. (It looks to me like Polly is cracking open a walnut, but it may actually just be a couple of crackers, in which case Polly apologizes for his tantrum and says “Never mind. Squawk, squawk.”)

Twittering Tales — The Haunting

C59C9428-C803-4D8D-A5D9-0F75196CFB6B“What’s your problem?” Tim asked. “Why do you always take the long way home?”

“That big, old house on Main Street,” Dave said. “It’s haunted. I’ve seen the ghosts.”

“You’re just a scaredy-cat.”

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Fine,” Dave said. “Let’s go that way.”

Neither boy was seen again.

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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Kat Myrman.

Twittering Tales — Hide and Seek

1FA1DD0C-1A68-4DF6-9F86-B339DC69514BEddie hid inside a large cardboard box. He used a stick to poke out a peephole to see out. He waited for his pals to find him, but no one showed up. He grew tired and, after a while, fell asleep. It was dark when he woke up to the sound of his father frantically calling his name.

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Free Photo on Pixabay.com.