Friday Fictioneers – How It Happened

Okay. I admit it. My first reaction to today’s photo prompt was something along the lines of, “Holy elaraffigra! What are we supposed to do with that?!?!?!?!” After some consideration, I composed a little poem, complete with a little tribute to one of our Friday Fictioneers.

An elephant can’t,

but a giraffe might.

If zebras are scant,

A tiger will bite.

This poem makes as much sense

As six headless gents.

The real story is below, but please understand that I am as embarrassed as I should be to have gone there…

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Copyright – EL Appleby

How It Happened (100 words)

They said it couldn’t be done.

The trunk was the beginning. Made a huge mess first time I tried it. Water went in all the wrong places, but I managed to cough and blow it all out in the end.

The neck was harder, but if a baby giraffe could grow that long thing, so could I. I’m a tiger, after all, at least at my core. You have to be, if you want to survive out here.

So the next part was easy, really just a shift in color.

And they say a zebra can’t change his stripes… Humph!

 

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24 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – How It Happened

  1. I shall have nightmares now…or should that be elaraffigramares. It’s 1:53am and I can’t sleep. I thought if I just read a couple of emails, maybe that would help relax me…Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, what have you done to me 😀 Nice job – you have given us a real test of courage here – one, which I must say, you have passed admirably.

  2. I’m so enjoying all the funny and positive stories (although I shouldn’t say that, as I’m sure some more that aren’t will surface.) Makes a nice change, though, and this was really good.

    janet

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