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Unwelcome – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #78

Well now.  I dunno where this came from… oh yeah, right.  Once I found the good pic to go with, the story formed.  How often do we read (or see movies) about the person who moves into a town and is not accepted? Not a fun proposition, I suspect.  Click here to see more stories!.


Is he gone, yet?  I can’t bear to look at him!

Yeah.  He’s leaving.  I scared him off, good.  I told him we didn’t allow his kind around here.  I don’t know who he thought he was believing he could just fit in.  His horns are not long enough; his coat is too short plus it’s black!  Honestly.  We are a close-knit community. He would have caused all sorts of problems.

That’s right. We don’t like newcomers thinking they can just move in and join us. They bring ideas and disrupt our peace of mind. Good riddance.

80 thoughts on “Unwelcome – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #78

  1. I love those photos. When I lived up in the mountains one of the neighbors had Scottish Highlands. I love them and took their pics every chance I got. 🙂 – Great post.


    • I so wish I could have known my grandfather. He was a Highlander who moved to B.C. and raised them there. Alas, neither my father, so certainly not I, ever knew him…

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  2. Not sure why my comment connected to my old blog. Weird. I fixed it. 🙂 – I’ve never eaten any Scottish Highland cows and never heard that my neighbors took theirs to the sale yard so now I’m wondering if they’re for eating and if not, what are they for?? Lol…

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  3. This works so well because the words coming from the cattle could easily be said by people (and we’ve all probably heard similar type comments). And your photo is perfect, as it really does look like he’s walking away from the other two.

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    • If he were, he’d be more welcome than some guy who just wants to join this community. Sad state of affairs, I tell ya


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  5. …not to mention social distancing!!!!!! 🤣🤣😂🤣😂🤣
    Poor guy… I feel for him! It’s as if he’s thinking “Oh, nobody wants me…. what will become of me… My intentions are good, really…”

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  6. Q,

    So glad this fella . . . steered things in a different direction. Because that’s what’s called . . . . taking the bulls by the horns. Okay, I’ll stop. See, I go away for a few days and doesn’t it feel as if I should have stayed away? LOL.


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  7. Being somewhat nomadic, I can empathise with the black sheep/bull.
    But the others should be wary because, according to the song, only black bulls fight…

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  8. Nice response to the challenge. Poor black cow in your pick. People in northern New Mexico are very much like that. If family members leave the community for a few years and try to return, they are often not accepted. When we lived in Spain, we ran really learned a lot about closed communities. However, here’s a story with a good ending.

    While we were living in Madrid, Spain an old woman heard me playing guitar with the Bishop of the Spanish Reformed Episcopal Church (that’s a very long story), and insisted I go join a group that played together at the Casa De Canarias in Madrid. I told her I couldn’t just walk in and say “I’m joining your group” because 1) I was a total stranger. 2) I was an extranjero (foreigner). She told to tell them Aura sent me. She wouldn’t take no for an answer, so I showed up and said: “Aura sent me!”

    The leader was very suspicious of me, but before he could throw me out I asked about the various lutes and other stringed instruments the musicians had, plus I noticed they were out of tune. I had a tuner and asked if they would like me to try and tune their instruments. I asked them to write down the tunings for each instrument and give them to me. They jotted the tunings down on napkins and other scraps of paper, tucked them under the strings, and piled 15 instruments on the table in front of me, then the group left me alone and headed to the bar. Each instrument had anywhere from 5 to 21 strings. Tunning them was quite a job.

    About 45 minutes later, the group came back, picked up their instruments, and were happy to hear their instruments in tune. The leader warmed up a little, gave me a folder of music, and had me play with the group. The music was difficult and the rhythms were a real challenge, but I played well enough that they fit me into a costume, and insisted I play with them at a performance the next night. I became the group’s official instrument tuner and performed all over the Provence of Madrid and in Sevilla with the group for two years.

    I figured Aura’s word would only go so far, and I wasn’t going to overwhelm them with my charm, but I figured I could at least make myself useful for imposing myself on them — useful worked in the end.

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    • Thanks, Timothy! Sometimes with Crispina’s challenges I get an ah hah! only after I’ve trolled through my photos. When I saw this and the direction “my” cow was going in, the story was born.

      As for your story. That was absolutely wonderful. Aura opened the door for you but you proved your worth. Love it.

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