Bare Bones Story

Good morning minions. Today I'm launching a new feature called Bare Bones Story. And you get to participate. The idea behind the feature is that I'll be writing a story from prompts provided by you.

In the comment thread please put whatever nine or ten random things you can think of into a list or a paragraph and I will attempt to make one or more of your entries into a coherent, witty and entertaining story.

Won't that be fun?

Here's an example of what I'm looking for.

Ostrich, Gina, Farm Park, Sunglasses, Catch phrase, Baby pigs, Summer

Ok, here goes.

I was at the farm park with a gaggle of pre teen girls one lovely summer day. We were hovering over the pig sty. Mama pig had a bunch of baby piglets. We were ooohing and ahhing at how cute their tiny pink snouts were and how cute their tiny pink curly tails were and how cute they all sounded making those cute little piggy noises while they nursed.

Well, I leaned a little too far over the pen while taking a photo and my sunglasses fell off of my head and into the pig pen. Mama pig immediately snatched them up into her mouth and started crunching them.

Alarmed, I called one of the park attendants over to the pen to retrieve the sunglasses so Mama wouldn't swallow them.

The woman came over, calmly removed the slobbery, dripping, mangled mess from mama pig's giant gaping maw.

She then proffered the same to me.

I politely declined reclaiming them.

She looked a bit miffed, as though she was thinking then why did you ask me to get them for you?

Shaking her head at the vagaries of city slickers, she deposited them in the trash can nearby.

I have a feeling that that sort of thing happened a lot at the farm park.

Reluctantly leaving the pigs, we trooped outside to see the ostriches. We were standing on the split rail fence surrounding the ostrich enclosure doing what you do when you look at ostriches; chattering, waving our arms and being generally delighted.

One of the ostriches perked up and charged the fence beak first, straight for Gina's face.

I grabbed her and jumped down just before her face was ripped off by a marauding mad ostrich.

Ever after, whenever we played catchphrase, if the word ostrich came up, the clue was "tried to eat Gina."

Tah dah….

And yeah, before Rachel outs me….this all really happened….but you get the idea….give me bare bones, and I'll make you a story.

If you're extra nice, I'll even tuck you in and read the resulting stories to you until you get sleepy.

Then I'll turn out the light and tiptoe out.

All the while being sure not to run into any mad marauding ostriches bent on removing my face.

I like my face. It's a good face, and I'm very attached to it.