AnElephantCant climb a tree
If he is high up he feels somewhat groggy
And although he is well-built
When he is wearing his kilt
He is much more embarrassing than that smart wee doggy
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Where a dogged Rochelle throws a bone to a pack of mixed breed scribblers.
And AnElephant proves his bite is worse than the tree’s bark.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
So what is happening now?
I think Mr Deschamps is helping Mummy with her breathing.
What is wrong with her breathing?
I can’t tell, but he is giving her mouth-to-mouth resuss, er, resush, em, aid!
Is she okay?
She seems to be, she is breathing much more deeply now.
Oh, is that Daddy’s voice?
Yes, his face is all red, I think he has hurried round there to help Mr Deschamps chop wood.
I thought he had central heating?
Well, Daddy has a big axe.
Is that Mummy screaming?
Yes, it is.
Daddy just lopped off Mr Deschamps’ head.