When I saw this week’s CCC prompt, I was fairly certain where I would go with it. Then I did. And went over the word count. Forgiven, Crispina? Hopefully this garnered a chuckle which saved me a good chastising. Hope you enjoy my little silly today 🙂
First, we set up a guard, trying to keep the hooligans out. Maybe we should have made the sign bilingual? No matter what language it was in, they ignored it. And the guard. Not that he put up anything near close a fight, actually. Truth told, he went and hid under the stairs, quivering as they walked on his head, so to speak.
Once past the gate, the hooligans were meant to be discouraged them from crossing the stream on their way to our pond. This time it was in English. Did that deter them? Not on your life. They feared no prosecution. Even laughed from below and wallked all along until they reached their destination.
A sign indicating the water was dangerously deep did not give them pause. Rather the opposite – just like we knew it would. He he he. The over-hanging branch was further invitation. First one dove and landed, head in the super soft muck, legs sticking out from the waist down. Or was it up? We sat back and laughed, watching them help their buddy up and running off our property. We knew this group was taken care of. Why none of ’em ever tests to see just how deep it is, is beyond me. Serves ’em right, little bastards.