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
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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)
I sense that if you continue to encourage Jason, he may take over your blog. And then we’ll have nothing but cow stories laced with puns, to read.
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Haha!! Oh I couldn’t let that happen, my head wouldn’t be able to handle it! ☺
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They may be just cow stories, but I think that you will find there is a lot of meat to them.
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That’s good, because I was stewing over this.
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Oh gosh, i am getting worried about posting Part 2 now and the comments that will come. I may have said Yes too quickly! 🙂
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I wouldn’t expect too many puns in the next one.
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Thanks for those words of consolation!
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Sounds like you’re really having a beef with our comments.
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“Haha!” Rolling my eyes!
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Awesome story … a few hand-drawn illustrations would just put the icing on the cake! (No, don’t ask me … I cannot so much as draw a cracked egg)
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Sounds like you have my drawing skills! 😄
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Granddaughter Natasha is a skilled artiste, but me? Not in the least. I cannot even draw a smiley face quite right!
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I searched every last nugget of my memory and could not find the name of that chicken. So, he had to be killed off early.
Thanks for posting my silliness.
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“every last nugget…” …mmm…! And Poor,, poor Charlie!
You are welcome, even if you killed Charlie. I didn’t kill any animals! 🙂
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You are a more tender and caring person than I ham.
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Ooooh I would say thanks….but that last word…..😛
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And you didn’t kill animals but you killed off the kind and gentle chicken man. A nicer, more generous fellow there never was.
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Yeah he was rather nice, tis a shame, isn’t it! 😄
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Hey I just had a thought. You couldn’t think of the name of poor Charlie which was in a recent story, But…..you remembered the “emerald blue” phrase!?? LOL! That phrase has stuck to me like glue!
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It’s such a poetic, if confusing phrase.
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LOL!
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I am impressed with Jason’s creativity and sense of humor!
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He really knows his colors too, doesn’t he?
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I know my primary colors.
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Thats a start, proud of you. 🙂
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I’m proud of myself. And what do you mean, a start? That’s all I need to know about colors. I’ve made it this far. 🤓
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I read this part in the comments previously…all while shaking my head and laughing. 😁
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It brought tears to my eyes! 😂
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Right! 😄
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Oh my lord…LOL! I guess that means Portia is dead?
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And Charlie the cbicken!! Which you will hear me remind him of often at how he killed poor Charlie! The nerve! 😂
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Poor chicken! 😭
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Yes! Poor, poor Charlie! I remember reading that line and thinking “Did he really just kill my chicken!” LOL! Poor Portia had her debut in the story and then she was gone! 🙂
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Well…you could always kill off Henrietta. 🤔🤨
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Oooh you are baad! LOL! 😂
But nooo..she is too sweet. She can’t sing, but she is sweet. 😊
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He killed off your Charlie. Henrietta is his creation…since has trouble identifying giraffes. Just sayin’…
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Haha!
Hmmm….! But then I couldn’t remind him all the time about being a chicken killer for he would say how I killed sweet, gentle Henrietta, and you know who would side with him too!
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Good point!
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Wow these farm animals got a more adventurous life than what they’re given credits for. Farmers should really keep their eyes open… upheaval is never far.
Portia martial arts move cracks me up, the T-bone one especially 🤣
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Yes, I didn’t know Portia had such moves! Sadly it didn’t save her though.
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😔
Now she’s Porkchop 🥩? 😂
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