Damn, I’m going to be late again, work and an absent wife, for sad and legitimate reasons, has led me to be absolutely snowed under, despite the fine “indian” summer we may be about to enter.
Once again the wonderful Rochelle leads us on into a never ending quest for, well, i’m not really sure, I just came in for a haircut, and here we all are, still here, its like a cult who meets once a week, to do nice stuff. Anyway the photo is provided this week by CEAyr, this one could be a page turner, so without further ado, apart form to say we have to write a story in 100 words with a beginning, middle and an end. You know thats the first time i’ve ever mentioned the rules in over a year, no wonder everyone thinks i’m insane.
On my Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
Humpty Dumpty was balanced on a stool in the “Fox Sake Inn”, little stick legs dangling over the shiny sticky edge of the cushioned seat. Opposite him was Jack, who wore a brown paper bag hat, and reeked of Sarsons.
His tumble changed his fortunes as the insurers paid a 6 figure sum, due to eggceptional and eggstenuating circumstances; allegedly being knocked down by a myopic king’s man who mistook Mr Dumpty for a large bald coconut.
Drinking with Vinegar Jack, who called him Egghead, ruined his concentration, all he smelt was the pickling solution, clinging to his nostrils like pollen.
Well there we are, another week, another nursery character ruined for future generations! And…And 100 words on the nose!
Night Night.
The Count Of North Clifton 
You may have to start moving on to translated nursery rhymes from other countries soon
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I know, I’ve dug my self a hole here, you should feel the stress I feel every week. I’m already fretting for next Wednesday
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Whaooo, a six figure sum. Mr Dumpty will no doubt be investing in an off shore shell company. Just don’t put all the eggs in one basket., I say. Perhaps he could pay for therapy for Jack and Jill or a new bucket.
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A shell company!! Funny!
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Hillarious! I’m suddenly craving a pickled egg and a pint!
My story is a but click away!
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Sounds like Humpty fell on his feet. So to speak 🙂
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Dear Shrawley,
Nothing to yolk about…but a crack up of a story. (People often doubt my sanity so no worries.)
Shalom,
The Leader of the Quest,
Rochelle
My story is here: https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/09/11/13-september-2019/
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Another zany chapter to entertain your audience. Bravo.
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Why is it assumed that Humpty Dumpty is an egg? I’ve never understood this. Nowhere in the nursery rhyme does it say he’s an egg… Anyway, fun read as always 🙂
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It a good point Iain, and one I haven’t time to go into!! But there’s an idea for a future post!
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Sounds like Humpty had a second fall… is there any AA for him?
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No it’s all over for him, he’s in too deep
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Oh wow the tales the inn can tell. If only I could be a fly on the wall 😀.
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At least he got a six figure sum, what is he complaining about?
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Amusing tale as always, I don’t know how you do it. I loved the eggstenuating cirmcustances!
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Oh thanks for your comments Fatima, I think I’m going to change tack, I wait for Wednesday mornings photo with trepidation!
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Another interesting, good, and well-written story, Shrawley. I’ve read those old nursery rhymes had a different hidden and often political meaning in the days they were written. You have to know the history of the place where they were written to fully understand them. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Always fun stuff.
Don’t feel you have no choice but to go the Nursery Rhyme way forever… 😉
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mr. dumpty must be advised not to drink too much for his own safety. 🙂
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Poor old Humpty. Hey, maybe that was the beginning of pickled eggs, a highly favored treat in my corner of Pennsylvania 🙂
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