To set myself a test I decided to write a Fairytale out of the unlikely prompt words
The little fairy shivered
Hid beneath the mushroom cup
To avoid the gnomes
They came swaggering
Horrible leers on their faces
They were drunk again
She closed her eyes tight
Hoping they would go away
But they sat close by
Grunting listlessly
They fell asleep at long last
And smelling like skunks
She flew quickly home
Threw her friends spring blossoms
They all clapped their hands
Are you better now?
“Yes, I’m not moody any more
Oh, please forgive me”
Picture by FreakingNews.com
One has to watch out for the gnomes. They live by a different set of standards.
ReplyDelete'Appen there's nowt wrong wi' gnomes that anuther jug o' strong ale won't put right. Eh! But it looks mucky ower our aunt Annie's.
ReplyDeleteCute!
ReplyDeleteGnomes are just misunderstood. Skunks too.
ReplyDeleteWhat a magical flutter of words..works as a fairytale and a 'real' life one too..i wonder why she said sorry...
ReplyDeleteShe must have realized gnomes can make themselves nasty. And she is most fortunate to be otherwise. Wonderful one oldegg!
ReplyDeleteHank
love your little fairy tale.
ReplyDeleteOnly in Fairyland, wonderful words.
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