As a Brick

For Fandango’s Story Starter #8, where we build something around the following phrase:

I don’t think you sufficiently appreciate…
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The strangest thing happened yesterday afternoon. We’d just got home from that delicious waffle, and we got a knock.

“Do you want a pair of chickens?”

Some neighbours had heard that we kept chickens and wanted to offload some of theirs. Now, we have three chickens in a ten-bird coop, so we said “no problem”.

It turns out they are pure-bred, full-size chickens, the neighbours keep mostly bantams, and these birds were bullying the bantams. That’s not a problem for us, because our chickens are all full-size birds.

Until we met these two. Even though our chickens are regular chickens, these two are about twice their size!

First impressions: our three are incredibly tame, but these two keep themselves to themselves. Today is their first full day here and the two sets of birds will generally be found at opposite ends of the garden. But that’s not a problem, until there is contention over something like food. Then, the bullying behaviour starts and these new girls will peck our girls out of the way. But, early days. I said the same about our three when they first arrived, too.

So, now we have five!


inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 31 August 2021, generate.

As the Second World War hit the pits,
Many plans to the Führer outwit,
But the plot most macabre,
To use poisoned rhubarb,
And to give poor old Adolf the shits.

This is something you probably all know, but because I don’t like rhubarb, I had to look it up. Rhubarb leaves contain oxalic acid, which is poisonous to us. One of the symptoms, apparently, is diarrhea.

It must be present in quite small quantities, though, because one of the sites I looked at estimates you’d have to eat about 7 lbs in a single sitting to receive a lethal dose.

Prompt image for the Fandango One Word Challenge prompt

Ill-gotten Gains

For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #133, where we write about the image below, from sasint at Pixabay.

A picture containing grass, outdoor, nature, smoke

Description automatically generated

Nothing was moving in the heat. Even the mosquitos had sensed the slim pickings and were taking a break. Ajay and Johar were lounging idly in the shadiest corner of the town square.

“I’m bored”, complained Ajay, symbolically allowing his arm to flop down heavily to the ground.

Johar momentarily raised his head. “I know. There’s nothing to do, I hate this place. But make the most of it. In two weeks, we will be back in school, and I was warned. This year will be  tough.”

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