Once upon a time when big bad was being barbecued Save The Wolf Foundation organized a massive protest. Almost ten people showed up each flashing a sign for cameras to catch. They screamed, yelled and whined. Then they stood in line to get some of that yummy wolf barbecue.
Save The Wolf had often been diagnosed as “terminally miserable”. Today their taste buds protested by deciding to live happily ever after.
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Denise offers “sign” as the word to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
Blessings, Frank.
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Thank you, Esther! Blessings!
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Save the West Nile mosquitos! Those are harder to barbeque–it’s hard to fit enough of them on a spit to turn and, well, one turn usually makes them extra crispy and they fall into the fire.
Save the Pandas! YES! They need saving! oh, and baby seals! But, darn it, we can’t have a barbeque because they’re soooo cute–too cute in fact. Can’t find anyone who wants to kill them.
Save the Anacondas! hmmm. Too long for the spit.
Save the bears! The only one who knows were their cottage was is a 104-year-old lady who used to have blonde hair. (What do you mean they don’t live in cottages?)
Ya know? This protest thing is too much effort.
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Very good point about those mosquitoes. And those pandas are way too cute to barbeque. Now those anacondas might be tasty. And I completely agree that this protest thing is too much effort. Blessings, Rebecca!
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Oh this is too good, made me laugh–blessings to you Frank!
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