A Day with the Birds

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Frank and George were surrounded by birds. Their boss had sent them to Florida for a case to work on. They had made sure to get down there a couple days ahead of time so that they could get a little sight seeing in. Then they would be meeting with  another detective to talk about the case.

“Oh look there are some flamingos!” said Frank.


“You don’t say, is that a fact?” replied George. “I see you know your birds, eh?”

“Ask me any facts about birds and yes sir, I will give you an answer. Can’t promise you that the answer will be correct but I will give you one!” he said to George, with a laugh. George rolled his eyes and they walked on.

“So what kind of bird is that?” asked George.


Frank was quiet as he squinted his eyes at it and scrunched up his face. What he does when he thinks really hard. “Umm… I will get back to you on that”,  he said.

” I bet you are familiar with the Cuckoo bird, in fact you both may have something in common.” laughed George.

“Hmm…and perhaps you know the Dodo bird very well!” Frank said with a smile.

They took turns at feeding the birds with the food that was there for them. They were glad they came to these gardens, it was a relaxing break for them.

Taking a break on a bench, they sat down to eat some lunch when someone else came by to say “Hi!”  It startled George so much, that he dropped his sandwich, and it was gobbled up in no time!


Frank turned to George and said, ” I have a tip for you, next time you may want to pack 2 sandwiches!” George mumbled a reply.

Frank patted him on the back, “Its OK, I will pay the check for supper tonight.”  George smiled, “Sounds like a 5 course meal coming up!” Frank groaned, as George was laughing this time.

After eating lunch, they continued their tour of the gardens. They talked about what they knew about the case so far, that their boss had sent them to investigate. The details were sketchy and they were not sure if the details were fact or fiction. Figuring out the truth would be a challenge.

There were 2 possible suspects involved in the case of the very valuable painting that was missing. One claimed to be a photographer, who was addicted to coffee and had a pet bunny. How could anyone suspect someone that had a sweet, cute bunny? Frank and George had seen the pictures of it. Though it was also believed that he had a gnu, who would have a gnu for a pet, and where did he get it from?

The second possible suspect claimed to be a math professor. That alone made him suspicious. How could anyone enjoy dealing with numbers! Plus it was believed that he just made the purchase of a large beach house. Did he sell the valuable painting that was stolen and spend that money on his new beach house?

Frank and George kept talking about the tips that kept being called into the police station, but so far, all of them were leading to dead ends.

They were quiet for a moment, until George’s stomach growled, breaking the silence.

“I think we should call it a day and go for supper. We can delve into this mystery tomorrow. Sound good?” asked Frank.

“YES!” said George. “Oh look! I know what that is. I am a bird expert too!” George said with a smirk.


“Very funny!” said Frank, as they made their way out of the gardens.







Friday’s Super Short Stories!

When your husband can name the title and artist by just hearing the first few notes of a song …  but can’t remember what you told them 5 minutes ago. 

When you run out the door … thinking you have everything … but  usually find yourself running back in for something … like the keys! 

For the times when the world seems dark … a reminder that it really is wonderful, and that Kindness can make it shine even brighter!




Betsy’s Escape … The Conclusion!

You don’t have to wait any longer, the conclusion to Jason’s tale is here! ENJOY a dose of laughter for your day. Here is the link to Part 1 if you missed it. Betsy’s Escape

Laughter always makes the day brighter, and you will get it with this story. Thanks again Jason for sharing your creative imagination with us all. Who would have thought that Betsy would have such a major role in this saga. I really had thought that she was just a simple cow on Luke’s farm. But, what did I know!


A guard wandered by. Betsy swished her tail and chewed her cud. After the guard was far enough away, Betsy said “I can get yoooou out of this place. There is a nanny goat just beyond those trees. She is not a very smart goat, but she’ll doooo.” Betsy whispered, like only a cow can, “Work your way over there and when the guards aren’t loooooking, give your clothes to the goat. This goat cannot resist playing dress-up with huuuuuman clothes, so she’ll put them on and wander around in your orange jump suit. The guards will think that the goat is you. I have other clothes for you to put on in a small basket nearby.”

“Then what?” Tanya asked “We are a long way from town.”

“I’ve arranged transportation.” Betsy answered “but I hope you don’t mind strange gnuuuuus.”

“What news? Is something else happening?” Tanya asked.

“No not news, …. Nevermind. There will be a truck and a, um, wildebeest in it down by the road. He’s a thickheaded sort, but he’ll keep his mouth shut.” Betsy said.

With that, Betsy wandered back over to the trees and the guards paid her no attention.

After a few minutes, Tanya had worked her way over to near the tree line and saw a goat near a tree. When the guards were not looking, she stripped out of her orange jumpsuit and threw it to the goat. The goat looked at the clothing for a second, as if trying to decide whether to eat them or put them on. Tanya was feeling quite exposed, but finally the goat slipped into her jump suit, stood on its hind hooves and wandered out in the field to be with the other strange animals wearing orange jump suits.

Tanya darted for the woods, and soon found a basket with some clothing. Annie’s clothing. Well, that would be fitting. Tanya made it through the woods and sure enough there was a truck with a wildebeest behind the wheel and Betsy in the back.

“Now for your part of the deal” said the cow.

“So, you want to leave Luke’s farm, but don’t want him to come looking for you.” Tanya said. “You need what you just gave me: a decoy.”

“You mean a decow.” Betsy snickered, “And where do you propose to find a decoy for me? For I am quite moonique.”

“Ugghhhh” Tanya said “enough with the puns. They are only funny to the person making them. Everyone else just groans.”

A small tear appeared in Betsy’s eye and rolled down her cheek.

“I met a woman once name Tonya. She has a cow named Bessie that looks remarkably similar to you.” Tanya continued. “But this cow isn’t smart like you and can’t talk. So, we buy Bessie and put your brand on her. You stick her in your barn with your cowbell and old Luke will be none the wiser.”

Tanya and Betsy both had mischievous glee in their eyes at this plan and set about to put it in motion. Tanya gave Gnippy directions to Tonya’s farm, hopped in with Betsy and they sped away.

Late that evening, Lou once again hid in the shrubbery eating the occasional unlucky grasshopper, when a truck came down the road and stopped at the barn. Lou stifled a honk and watched as two cows emerged from the truck. He couldn’t tell them apart from this far away. That wildebeest from Borden also got out of the driver’s seat and went into the barn with the cattle.

Lou, risking detection, flew across the pasture to the barn hoping to see the goings on inside. But he was too late. He heard the truck drive away and saw its taillights heading down the road in the darkness. He heard mooing and a bell clanging in the barn. ‘Betsy’ he thought ‘now I can see where she hid the gold.’

Lou crept in the barn and there she was. But, it wasn’t Betsy. Sure, this cow would fool any person into believing she was Betsy, but Lou knew right away that this was an impasture, um imposter.”

But Lou also knew something else. He knew that for the first time in his long goose life he was feeling love at first site. He always thought that he would meet some nice goosy or maybe even a swan and settle down someday. He never thought that he’d fall for a cow. But such a beautiful cow and one look in those dark topaz brown eyes, and Lou was over-the-moon in love. He forgot all about Betsy and her gold.

Luke thought he heard honking and Betsy’s cowbell ringing in the barn that night. Odd cow.

Gnippy and Betsy had one stop to make. Not far from Luke’s farm was a tree with a white cross marking the spot under it where Betsy had hidden the treasure under the cover of darkness. Gnippy stayed at the truck, mystified by the fireflies dancing around, while Betsy went and unearthed the treasure chest.

A year later on a tropical beach, a strange, horned woman in a grass skirt and an odd bikini top lounges on a chair, drinking something with a tiny umbrella in it and listening to the surf role in. Betsy and Lou had each found their own paradise. And none of the human people were any the wiser.

Back up north in Borden, Patrick walked down the street to his office. In the shadows a silhouette of a woman emerged and began following him.

What is happening?



 …  No matter how big … no matter what color … no matter what gender …  no matter what faith … A person’s a person! 

My heart is with the family and friends of George Floyd today. Sadly another case of police abusing their power, resulting in a fatality! For those of you who don’t know the story, George was accused of trying to pass off a counterfeit bill at a store. The store owner called the police and the store owner’s son said that George did not resist arrest, and he was not armed! 4 cops were at the scene. One cop had him on his stomach on the ground and his knees planted on the the guy’s neck. He told the cop he couldn’t breathe, to please take his knees off of him. The cop didn’t and within minutes  George passed out and died. All of it was caught on video.

Police are supposed to uphold the law and protect its citizens! Today family and friends mourn because police once again did not do that! These incidents against black people by police are becoming far too frequent and its an outrage!! Since when have we gone back in time?? ALL lives matter!!



Betsy’s Escape

I am beginning to think these characters have cast a spell, making it impossible to end their story. Jason realized that there were still some loose ends to tie up from Part 2, so he did another great job again with Part 3. Betsy is really wanting her time in the limelight! Enjoy! Just a tip as you read, you may not want to be drinking anything while reading, if you don’t want to find yourself spitting it out! Yes, the master of puns has managed to do it again!  I split his Part 3 into 2 parts. On Thursday I will post the conclusion. 🙂 

Betsy’s Escape

It was the kind of warm sunny evening that would make you feel like you could just sit outside scratching insect bites all night. A full moon was rising, frogs were croaking, and fireflies flashed in and out among the trees. Lou had been watching Luke’s barn for two days now, waiting for Betsy to leave it unguarded, but the cow would not stray far from her pen.

Lou was getting hungry. He had caught a few grasshoppers, but they just weren’t filling enough. He may have to resort to eating fireflies, though they did give him heartburn.

Inside the barn Betsy was making plans. Acquiring the gold had only been a means to an end. What Betsy really wanted was to be free of Luke’s farm and liver own life. Sure, three square meals of hay a day were nice, but Betsy yearned to be free and not under Luke’s yoke. She also didn’t want to be around any more talking animals. With talking animals it could go either of two ways: really bad, orwell, and she had lived with them since 1984 and now she was through living on an animal farm.

She did enjoy having fun at Luke’s expense from time-to-time. Knowing Luke had never met his dad, Betsy sometimes stood at his bedroom window in the middle of the night while he was sleeping and bellowed in a deep voice “Luke…… I, am your father.”  Luke often awoke screaming after this with Betsy in the shadows outside chuckling.

But a nice warm sunny beach is where Betsy longed to be. Not boggy and rocky like Borden, but somewhere sandy down in the tropics where she could lay in the sun and tan her hide. And, if she could avoid eating it, she could wear a grass skirt and blend in with the locals.

But she needed a plan, for Luke was smart and he had well-placed cousins that would track Betsy to the ends of the Earth if she just stampeded away. She decided that she must visit Tanya. Tanya knew how to disappear, but she had a weakness for men. Betsy had no such weakness for she tolerated no bull. Yes, maybe she could persuade Tanya to help her devise a plan to escape from Luke’s farm.

So, as the moon rose, Betsy set out for the Mandy Guardtower State Women’s Prison where Tanya was locked up. Betsy crept out of the barn and headed up the river on her way to the big house.

Finally, Lou saw some movement at the farm. The barn door opened and a bovine silhouette emerged and quietly sneaked away, well quiet except for the occasional clanging of her cowbell. At last Lou had his chance. He waited until Betsy was out of site and slowly goose-stepped to the barn door. He looked around to see if anyone had seen him, suppressed a loud honk, and entered the barn.

Lou found Betsy’s lantern and lit it revealing piles and piles of hay. The gold could be anywhere and he didn’t know when Betsy would be back. He quickly grabbed a pitchfork and got to work. After a few minutes of going through stack after stack of hay, and finding several needles but no gold, he heard a distant voice say “I’m just going to check on Betsy before bed time.” Oh no, farmer Luke was coming to the barn.

Lou could hide in the hay, but what would Luke do when he didn’t find Betsy. Lou was so worried he almost started honking nervously. He then let out his best ‘mooooo’. He hoped it sounded convincing to the farmer. The footsteps stopped for a second, and then turned around. Luke was returning to the man-barn. “Whew!” Lou sighed and then honked. He froze until he heard the door of the man-barn shut.

That was a close call. Lou redoubled his effort with pitchfork in wing and sought out Betsy’s treasure. He searched well into the night and left no straw unturned, but he could not find the cow’s valuables. He did find several pies though, cow pies. Uck, he was getting more and more sick of this cow by the minute.

The next morning Betsy arrived at the prison as the prisoners were working in the field. The prison guards took no notice of a cow walking around so Betsy was easily able to walk right up to Tanya. Betsy swished her tail and swatted Tanya’s head. Tanya turned around, and after a brief second of confusion, recognition entered her eyes. “You’re that Luke’s cow. I never quite knew what to think of you.”

Betsy bent down gathered some alfalfa in her mouth and started to chew.

“You know, I could swear I saw you driving a boat once.” Tanya said “Come back here to finish the job?”

“Nooooo,” Betsy mooed “I need your help and I willing to help yoooooou in return.”

“What could I possibly do to help you?” Tanya asked

“I need to leave Luuuuke’s farm and I don’t want him to come after me. I want to be gone for goooood.” said Betsy.

“I’ll help you plan this out, but I need out of this prison. Orange is just not my color you see. And I’ll have my revenge on a certain man down in Borden one day.” Tanya said.

A Book Shelf of Memories

I was going through my books yesterday, getting a lot together to donate.  My bookshelf has been overflowing for a long time! Being an avid reader is wonderful, but I really don’t need to keep every book that I read.

While going through books I came across the series that I had read to my youngest when he was little. “The Seekers”, it was about a family of bears, no Goldilocks! I paused in reflection of the precious nighttime hours that we spent cuddled on the bed together. Then I found a story that my oldest had written about pets when she was little. I came across old pictures of my children when they were little,  that had been tucked into books. I had to pause in what I was doing as I sat and remembered the yesterdays!

While continuing to go through my books today, I was still reflecting on memories of the past.  I thought of this song by ABBA, an amazing group. My daughter and I have listened to this song many times. The words touch my heart as I watch my children becoming adults right before my eyes! Cherish the moments, for they do slip through your fingers! Cherish the moments today, to place into your treasure chest of the memories of yesterdays!



Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while

The feeling that I’m losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what’s in her mind?
Each time I think I’m close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

[Verse 2]
Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she’s gone, there’s that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can’t deny

What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go?
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did, but most we didn’t
And why, I just don’t know

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what’s in her mind?
Each time I think I’m close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers


Slipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

Betsy’s Tail … Part 2

I am happy to share with you a drawing for Part 2 of Jason’s story! His creative daughter was kind enough to draw this picture of Betsy for us. If you missed Part 1 of Jason’s story, his continuation from my Anna/Tanya saga, here is the link A Fun Surprise! Enjoy the exciting conclusion.  Fair warning : If puns make you “smack your head”, be prepared,  but you will find this entertaining! It also may bring back to your memory the name of a really old Tv show! img_2637


Betsy’s Tail Continued…

Twilight fades as the sun appears on the horizon across the bay. Betsy rowed the boat, weighed down with precious treasure into a cove near the quaint village of Borden. She hid the boat and treasure chest among the reeds where no one could see and hoofed it into town. She must find someone to hire that could transport her and her treasure chest back to the farm before farmer Luke became suspicious. And this someone needed to be able keep their mouth shut. She also knew that Luke’s cousin Patrick lived in Borden and she needed to avoid his notice. Fortunately, Betsy had found some clothing to disguise herself back in Tanya’s old cottage. Oddly though it was all men’s clothing. Tanya must have led quite a wild life out there on that island.

She slipped into a seedy diner down by the docks and sat down for breakfast. “What’ll it be, miss..ster?” said the bartender.

“Coffee.” Betsy nearly mooed. She had been up all night and needed the caffeine.

“Would you like cream and sugar with that?”

Betsy snarled and jerked her head so hard that her bell nearly rang out, “Do I look like the kind of cow, er, man that wants cream and sugar?!? Hot, black coffee. As strong and bitter as you have. And bring me a large plate of sorghum too.”

“Right away, m’am, sir.” The waiter said and hurried off to the kitchen.

Betsy began to get the eerie feeling that she was being watched. She felt it in all four of her stomachs, but that could just be lingering pain from the pork chops and cold cuts that she got in her struggle with Portia. The pig was a worthy opponent, but Betsy had gotten the upper hoof when she hind-shanked Portia in her jowl and layed her out flat. All she had needed was an apple in her mouth to complete the picture.

Betsy turned to see if anyone was watching her. For an instant she swore she saw a goose, but the stranger quickly lifted a newspaper in front of their face. Betsy turned around and thought about it. It would be really strange for a goose to be this far north this late in the year. She looked again but saw that it was just a thin pale man with glasses and a mustache. She shook her head.

As she finished her breakfast, she noticed a crusty old fisherman enter the joint. She decided that she’d prod the fisherman to see if could hook her up with transportation.

When asked, the fisherman said “Aye, come with me. I know just the fellow.” She followed the fisherman down the street.

Lou C. Goose was a failed photographer from down south. He had tried his wing at being a portrait photographer for children as he noticed that the humans always wanted photos of their little personlings or whatever they called them. But, Lou had the annoying habit of uncontrollably honking loudly whenever he pressed the shutter release. Turns out people wanted pictures of their little ones smiling, rather than startled with eyes wide and mount agape.

So, he pawned off all his camera equipment and flew north to find the gold of the heart shaped cave. He arrived late last evening to see a cow coming ashore on an island dragging a treasure chest that he assumed must be the secret gold. He tried to stay on the cow’s tail but lost her in the dark.

Lou figured the cow must come to town in the morning and he would pick up her trail there. Sure enough the next morning, he saw what looked like a cow in human clothing walking into town. Most people wouldn’t take notice of such a thing, but the horns were a dead giveaway. Lou followed her into a low rent sort of diner and took a seat at a table to her hindquarters to keep an eye on her.

The cow suddenly turned to look Lou’s way. Quickly he grabbed his newspaper and pulled it in front of his face. He hoped she hadn’t seen him. He then put on a pair of glasses and a fake mustache to disguise himself. Hopefully, he would look just like one of the local nitwits now, as long as he didn’t start honking.

The cow left the diner with a fisherman and headed down the street. Lou followed them carefully.

When they got to a feed store, the fisherman told Betsy “Now you go around back. There is usually a wildebeest back there getting supplies this time of day. For a few bucks he’ll do just about anything.”

Betsy went around back and sure enough, there was a wildebeest loading his truck.

“Ah, hello Mr. Wildebeest…” Betsy said

“That’s Gnu.” said the fellow.

“What’s new?” asked Betsy.

“No, not new, Gnu. G – N – U. I’m a Gnu, not a wildebeest. The name Gnippy Gnu” He pronounced it Guh-nippy as the G in Gnippy is not silent like it is in Gnu “and I’m the Mayor of Borden.”

“I didn’t know Borden had gnu mayor.” Betsy said.

“Nah, not new, I’ve been mayor for 6 years.” said Gnippy.

“That’s not…  never mind.” Betsy said “this conversation is beginning to remind me of a baseball team that I once heard about.”

“I not much of a sports fan.” said Gnu. “all those lions and tigers and bears scare the hell out of me.”

“I see.” said Betsy “I was told that I could hire you to transport me and my cargo somewhere and that you could keep your mouth shut.”

“Ah, you have been well informed, young man, for the right price I’ll haul you where you need to go in my truck and forget I ever saw you. For to tell you the truth, wildebeest’s have very poor memory.”

“I thought you were a gnu.” said Betsy.

“A new what?” ask Gnippy.

Not this again. “Never mind” said Betsy. “Can you meet me at the reedy cove just west of town around sunset?” Betsy asked. “I’ll be there with my cargo. I’ll tell you where we’re going when you get there.”

“Aye, that’ll cost you about 50 dollars.” said Gnippy.

“I’ll be paying you in gold.” Betsy said as the gnu’s eyes lit up.

Just then Betsy saw someone out of the corner of her eye and jumped behind some boxes, cowering just out of sight. When the man was gone, Gnippy asked her what she was so afraid of.

“I thought I saw a man name Patrick. I must avoid him at all costs.” Betsy said.

“That wasn’t Patrick, t’was his cousin Beaux. I think his last name is Vine.” said Gnippy.

Betsy resisted the urge to smack her head. “Look, don’t be coy with me” she said “Beaux may be a good ol’ boy, but I need to avoid Patrick, and his cousins Beaux and Luke or I could be in real hazzard. I could wind up pushing up daisies. And I don’t have time to duke it out with any of them.”

It was Gnippy’s turn to look confused. “Look, Mr. Bull, I will be at the cove at sunset. You be there with the gold and I’ll take you where you need to go.”

Betsy left the alley but did not notice a thin, pale mustached figure having a gander at her. Lou had overheard the entire exchange.

That evening Betsy waited at the appointed time and herd the gnu’s truck coming down the dirt road. When he arrived, she explained how to get to Luke’s farm and gave him half the gold in advance with the promise of more when they arrived at the farm. Betsy trotted around and jumped in the back of the truck and set on her rump for the ride through the evening.

She hoped to sneak into the barn and hide the gold while Luke was distracted with his female companion. She didn’t know what men found so appealing in their females with their udders so high upon their chests. People are just weird, she thought.

They arrived uneventfully at the farm. Betsy paid Gnippy his remaining gold and sent him on his way. She made it into the barn, found a hiding place for the gold and then set about coming up with a story to explain the absence of Portia and that chicken, what was his name. She thought she heard a honking sound, but figured it must be old Gnippy Gnu driving away.

The End

A Fun Surprise!

I love to write, as is obvious, but having wonderful “followers” makes it all the more fun! I appreciate all of you who take the time to read my posts that vary between the serious and as one follower described it, “zany” posts.

I recently ended a crazy series about Anna/Tanya and love how many of you stayed with me throughout the several stories of series that doesn’t seem to end! In my last post, Farewell Anna! one of my followers, who has a great sense of humor,  added onto the story. I do have creative followers who love to add their insights into my stories, making me laugh and yes at times, ….”smack my head”… If you read the comments in my stories I am sure you have noticed that!

I was thinking of how the addition that this follower wrote needed to be shared, and then he surprised me last night with another part to his story. He wondered if I would like to use it for a post and I loved the idea! His additional conclusion to my story will be in 2 parts. I hope you enjoy Part 1 today. Laughter is something needed every day and I do believe you will get that from Jason’s story.  I am sure Jason would appreciate hearing your thoughts on his contribution to a saga, that has grown into much more than what had started out as just a simple story! Thanks Jason for sharing your creativity! For those of you not familiar with the story about Anna, it may help to know that Betsy is a cow, like no other cow, and Portia is a pig


About a year later, under the deep emerald blue seas, in a cave with an opening shaped like a heart… bubbles rose from the inky black depths and settled against the roof of the cave. Deep within the cave, there were dim lights moving through the darkness. Three divers pressed on through the meandering passages until they arrived at a large underground cavern filled with air. The three emerged from the black water and into the cave.

“Snort, the map was correct” grunted Portia, her azure green eyes glimmering with greed.

“It better be. It cost moooore gallons of milk than I can count.” said Betsy, water dripping from her cowbell.

“You ladies going to sit here clucking, or are we going to find the gold. Cluck Cluck.” said the un-named chicken.

“Won’t the farmer be suspicious?” snorted Portia.

“No, he thinks we’re sweet dumb farm animals.” said Betsy with a disdainful sneer.

“Come on! Cluck Cluck. Into the cave. Times wasting!”

With nothing but their flashlights against the overpowering darkness, our three unsuspecting treasure hunters pressed on into the cave. When suddenly a rush of wind passed Betsy ear, she dropped to the ground just as a blade shot across where her head had been a second before.

“Mooooooo!” Betsy bellowed “There are udder traps, I mean booby traps in this place.”

“Yeah, snort, you two be careful.” said Portia with a smirk on her snout.

They pressed on through the darkness. “What’s that up ahead?” clucked the chicken. There was a rush of metal and bones and the chicken was caught off guard.

After the feathers had settled, Betsy and Portia could see the poor chicken run through with the dead pirates sword. His skull appearing to be agape in laughter.

“Pirate Sanders the gray beard!” Gasped Betsy.

“I hear he was a colonel before becoming a pirate.” oinked Portia. “Snort. We must be more careful lest we end up skewered like the chicken.”

When they got to the entrance to a larger cavern, Portia came to a sudden halt. “Mooooove.” bellowed Betsy.

“No, wait!” Portia snorted “It could be another trap!”

Betsy and Portia carefully shined their lights around until they found the carefully concealed trip wire and saw the trap. “You really saved our bacon, Portia.” mooed Betsy.

They carefully stepped over the trip wire and reached the treasure chest at the center of the chamber. It was filled with gold coins that gleamed in the light of their flashlights. And on top there was a crown. Betsy read the inscription in the inside.

“What does it say? Oink, What does it say?” snorted Portia, because pigs can’t read.

“It says ‘King Jack’” said Betsy with a chuckle “I wondered what became of him.”

Betsy and Portia began hauling the treasure chest back through the cave to the water’s edge. As they neared the waters edge Betsy turned just in time to see Portia rushing her and slammed her against the cave wall. “The gold is all mine!” snorted Portia.

“Not so fast.” Betsy bellowed as she became a whirlwind of hooves and horns. Hooves, and horns, and a cowbell rained punishment down on Portia. Portia fell against the cave floor and Betsy pounced on her to end it once and for all.

But at the last second Portia darted to the side and put those years of karate practice into effect. She landed a pork chop to Betsy’s head and a ham hock to her rump. Betsy was being pummeled and tenderized by Portia’s knuckles. But Betsy still had fight left in her and t-boned Portia driving the wind out of her.

The two competitors tusselled on the floor, in an udderly ridiculous struggle to see who would hog all of the gold for herself. Their were snorts, and moooos, and the continuous ringing of a cowbell….

Late that evening after the sun had set and the sky was deep magentas and indigo, something emerged from the surf on the shore of Tanya’s island. Four hooves hit the wet sand dragging an old treasure chest, off to find an abandoned row boat. The faint honking of a goose was heard high in the sky.

(to be continued)