Annabell(s)

Chel Owens

Annabell Wilkins toddled everywhere Mommy did; at least, she tried to.

“No, Annie,” Mom stopped her. “No mud.”

“No, Annie. Not the hay bales.”

“No, Annie! Yucky!”

Annabell Goatkins had a similar problem. Wherever she toddled, Mommy Goatkins nudged her back around.

“No, Annie!” Mom bleated, “No pail!”

“No, Annie. Not the cows!”

“No, Annie! Yucky!”

The unfortunate kids wandered the yard in a crazy zig-zag, landing behind the barn with a bump! They sat and stared at each other, big-eyed and curious.

“Annabell!” Both mothers called -but only when they heard, “No, Annie!” did Annabell(s) know to come.

©2021 Chel Owens

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Written for Carrot Ranch’s weekly prompt:

December 2, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes the littlest Christmas goat. Who does the goat belong to? What is happening? Go where the prompt leads!

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36 thoughts on “Annabell(s)”

  2. My offering with zero editing and (I suspect) over the word count. Also in poor taste and featuring numerous technical errors …. but here goes anyway ….

    ‘Tis the festive season
    ‘Tis the reason to spread joy
    Put a smile upon the dial
    Of every girl and every boy
    ‘Tis a time for treating
    And for eating way too much
    And I’m thinking I’ll be drinking
    Just a little bit too much
    But the turkey’s looking perky
    And the goose is hanging loose
    There’ll be no fatted cow for now
    On chickens there’s a truce
    Don’t fear! This year, though different
    Will still be quite a treat
    A December to remember
    With a different kind of meat
    I’m in a hurry for a curry
    In the paddock there’s a goat
    To my wife I’ll hand a knife
    So she can slit its little throat.

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      1. What I meant???
        I have little idea what I ever mean ….. in that case I was annoyed that I’d repeated the word ‘much’ – so I revised version would be something like this ….
        ‘Tis the festive season
        A festival of joy
        Put a smile upon the dial
        Of every girl and every boy
        ‘Tis a time for treating
        And for eating much too much
        And I’m thinking I’ll be drinking
        Beer and wine and such and such
        But the turkey’s looking perky
        And the goose is hanging loose
        There’ll be no fatted cow for now
        On chickens there’s a truce
        Don’t fear! This year, though different
        Will still be quite a treat
        A December to remember
        With a different kind of meat
        I’m in a hurry for a curry
        In the paddock there’s a goat
        To my wife I’ll hand a knife
        So she can slit its little throat.

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      1. Kind of odd to gift pets with people names. But then some folks do get creative – I knew a gal who had a cat named Spot. And other folks who have named pets after favorite food or resturants. Go figure?

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