FF means Friday Fictioneers
They called her Ol' Sally, and the boys in the pink house grew up in her shadow. But Caleb and Kevin couldn't understand why nobody had ever climbed her.
"Kev," said Caleb, "with Ma & Pa away, let's me'n you climb up Ol' Sally."
The two set out on the narrow path as steep as the side of a barn, and Caleb was the first to reach the top.
"Cal," shouted Kevin, "whadya see up thar?"
"I cain't believe it, Kevin," gasped Caleb, "but now I git why ain't nobody ever climbed Ol' Sally."
"Ol' Sally's a dawg! I'm lookin' here at a 8 foot flea!"
Yeah, I saw a dog right away in the above picture prompt. I'll bet some of you did too (I hope). See her nose jutting out, her feet at the bottom, her green coat? I dunno, maybe she dyes it!
Why hasn't she moved in all the years the boys have been alive? Maybe she didn't feel like it. You want an explanation, call Animal Planet! And about my attempt at countrified speaking? Well, I tried; what do you want, I'm a Jew from Philadelphia!
Click here if you want stories that may be more logical than this, but knowing the Friday Fictioneers crew I wouldn't count on it. Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving!