Thursday, May 05, 2016

Sing a song of sixpence

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket full of rye

“Putain!” Monsieur Auguste gave a one fingered salute to the birds.

“Imbecile flying turd buckets,” he muttered angrily.

It hadn’t always been like this.  The leisurely walk to work from his quarters to main kitchen had been a source of pleasure.  The immaculate gardens with its beautiful flowers always gave a reason to smile.  That happiness was then reflected in the food he created.

But for the past year the avian menace was getting to him.

“What’s for dinner?” inquired the King.


“Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie”
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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100

Sometimes one must look at the funny side of life no matter what it throws at you.

To fly with the birds this week click here.

20 comments :

  1. Okay, I kind of laughed at that whole situation. Nicely done.

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    1. Always good to have a laugh. Thanks for reading and commenting Ashley.

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  2. That was great Subroto!
    Pauvre Monsieur Auguste! I would not be pleased with the avian menace either!

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    1. Merci Dale, I am glad you liked it. You don't have any bird recipes then?

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  3. Ay, that's an efficient revenge. Horrified laughter from me. :)

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    1. Thanks Gabriele. The King is in for a shock too because we haven't yet got to the part where
      "When the pie was opened,
      The birds began to sing"

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  4. Dear Subroto,

    Prolific poop...serves them right. Very funny.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Revenge is a dish served...... Thanks Rochelle I am glad you liked it.

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  5. Great story! I love the description "avian menace" to describe the poor birds just minding their own business (and of course doing their business on poor Monsieur Auguste)!

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    1. Ha! I don't think he wanted their "business" anymore. Thanks for your comments Alistair, I am glad you liked it.

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  6. Ha... This is a little like make lemonade if life brings you lemons.

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    1. True but now we also make pies and maybe lemon meringue. Thanks for your comments Björn

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  7. ha ha. Good one. I like "flying turd buckets.." metaphor.

    Unique take on the prompt.

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    1. Thanks Ansumani I am glad you liked it.

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  8. Very entertaining. I like his style. An inventive interpretation of the prompt.

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    1. Thanks Margaret I am glad you liked it. You should try his recipe too ;-)

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  9. Good story, Subroto. Do king's cooks get vacations? He seems to need one. Well done. :D --- Suzanne

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    1. Thanks for your comments Suzanne, I am glad you liked it. Yes the cooks get vacations. There are places to go, people to meat.

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  10. I wish I could do the same with the pigeons on my balcony. They refuse to be potty trained.

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    1. True it's hard to fit diapers on pigeons. Thanks for reading and commenting Purba.

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