With apologies to Edgar Rice Burroughs
PHOTO PROMPT © Ceayr
A family of owls rescued baby Nazrat from the wreckage of his parents’ Cessna and raised him as their own. He grew to be the wise man of the village with a penchant for gobbling rodents, head first and whole.
It was natural Gilbert should consult him on why the tadpoles he studied weren’t metamorphosing.
Nazrat pondered; he rolled a dangling tail to the opposite corner of his mouth before proclaiming, “An extreme result of poor parenting.”
“If their children are to mature into worthy citizens, the parents shouldn’t spawn in the fountain of youth…that’ll be five bucks.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.
First of all apologies to everyone for not commenting last week, I was abroad in one of those foreign countries without the equipment to do so, I shall make amends this week. Below is my offering for this week, I know what I was trying to do but I’m not sure I achieved it, so be as constructive or brutal as you feel appropriate.
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Blazered children gather in playgrounds like rattling rooks milling against a pale sky before tumbling to warming fields of emergent worms and leather-jackets.
A short-trousered season of raw knees and mucky hands grows from eggs and pencils; vibrating hedgerows glow with nascent green, classrooms gleam with new term paint.
Buds unfurl along the lane trudged with jam jars on strings, full of fizzing tadpoles.
Armed with whittled sticks for hunting and fishing, pens and rulers for Miss Bryan who scolds like the woodpecker at the chatter, children throng to school, pink-tinged skeins glide into feeding grounds; the world starts again.
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here