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CONTEST: You finish the story! — 18 Comments

  1. She called out to him to jump in and swim . . .

    …. but Butch with pride was not moving anything more than his excited tail, while enjoying the moment. Seems his chest was even puffed out a little bit more than normal. He looked back toward the bow from the aft-end of the dirty little camo mud-boat and there sat his evil arch-nemesis, “Le chat noire”!

    No, not in her normal serene, nonchalant, devil in disguise, fur-washing self, no this was a cat at the end of her rope. She looked anxiously from the dock to the shore and back again, hoping for a last minute reprieve from any corner. But she knew that Butch had won this round, as she had nowhere left to go unless she grew wings and could fly. He had cleverly moved her out upon the water. Water always was such a wet blanket on any good time.

    Butch would savor this moment till the end of his days. Today the day that he had freed himself from the bonds of human restraint and reaped sweet revenge upon the object of his constant torture and torment.

    Butch noticed a smile had appeared upon The Swamp Lady’s face, and tried in vain to shake his bootie even faster. He heard the crowds roar (abet in his head), “Butch le grand, Butch le héros, Butch le champion!”

  2. This is going to take some thought. I’m tapped out for the night. The creative part of me has been wiped out today trying to decide paint colors for the interior of the house.

  3. ‘I did it again!’ he seemed to be panting. ‘This is the second time I’ve undone ropes and leashes and latches and led you a merry chase…’ He knew that he always had a fun time with Termite when they were out on the boat.

    But Butch had forgotten one thing. He did not know how to row. Suddenly, he noticed that the shore was getting further and further away, and he whimpered. His tail wagged no more.

    Bayou Woman was taking off her shoes and pulling off her t-shirt and jeans. She dived into the icy water, coming up a few inches away from the boat. Butch ran to and fro, excited that Bayou Woman was going to join him. But… she was shivering and crying. Why?

    She climbed onto the boat, and hugged him. “Don’t ever, ever, do tat again, you silly dog!” she admonished him. Butch licked her face. He thought it odd that Termite was not there.

    Bayou woman grabbed the oars and rowed hell for leather to the shore. She did not even bother to put her jeans back on again, once they were on dry land – she just dried her feet on her t-shirt and shrugged it on, put on her flip-flops, and ordered him to follow her.

    The woman and the dog made it home in three minutes flat. She put the kettle on the stove, dried her hair, and put on clean dry clothes.

    Seconds later, Termite and his friend walked in. ‘Hey, mum!’ the boy said as he kissed her on the cheek. ‘Anything interesting happened while I wasn’t here to watch over you?’

    ‘Nothing much son – now how about a nice cup of hot tea?’

  4. I’m back from a quick trip to Grand Isle, and so far I’m loving the entries!!! I’m going to let this ride a couple more days. I’d like to see a little more competition!

    BW

  5. I am going to just sit back and watch this one. I lost my beloved pet last month after 13 yrs. So this one is a bit hard for me.
    But hey everyone, I am enjoying reading the entries too!
    I need to read this to my 8 yr old grandson. He has an imagination that won’t quit! Bet he could come up with something good. He is good enough at story telling that he had his teacher believing his dad ran out of gas bringing him to school, went after gas and made him walk on to school alone and he had to stop to get some food someplace because he hadn’t had breakfast yet. Found $20 dollars hidden in his pocket that he had forgotten about and stopped at the store for donuts and chocolate! The teacher called my daughter and asked what was going on. LOL I think he had to go tell the teacher it was his made up story and he got grounded from his Wii.

    • Sorry to hear about the loss of your loved one. But, hey, that grandson sure can spin a yarn!!!! Get him to make up the ending over the phone and you type it up and sign his name to it!!

  6. Ok, now I’m taking it on faith that the ten words of your lead-in are not going to be counted as part of our entries. Limiting us poor fools to 300 words isn’t real generous on your part, but I enjoy a challenge, so here goes my stab at this tale without a word to spare…

    She called out to him to jump in and swim, but Butch was having none of that. Staring in to her eyes as if pleading with her to comprehend the gravity of their situation, Butch continued his wild protests. She again called out to the stubborn dog, commanding him to swim for shore, but Butch stood firm.

    Just as she was preparing to lower herself in to the shallows to coax the poor oaf out of his predicament, she spied the object of the pup’s frenzy, instantly snapped to attention and stood frozen in place. Heart pounding, brain racing for a way out of this mess, she surveyed her options.

    As she stared in to the beady red eyes of the biggest, baddest, orneriest beast she’d ever seen in this part of the bayou, she instinctively knew that trying to return the way she’d come would be nothing short of suicide. Seconds felt as hours as she frantically scanned her surroundings for anything that could become a makeshift weapon. While never letting the mammoth creature out of her field of vision, she spotted the object of her salvation resting innocently in the back of the little skiff.

    As she surveyed the quickest route to the Cajun anchor, the beast seized upon her indecision and began his stealthy descent from his decidedly superior perch on the bank. Fearing she’d lingered a moment too long, she prepared for the worst.

    All of a sudden, seemingly from nowhere, she heard it. The beast leapt in the air, falling just short of her position, let out a thunderous roar and thrashed about before crashing lifelessly in the dark waters. As her eyes struggled to make out the silhouette of the arrow protruding from its’ massive skull, she heard a familiar voice. “Dat beast will look real pretty next ta my gar. You alright Cher?”

  7. Oh wow, these are all great endings. I think I’m going to leave this one alone and just read along for a while. Good Luck!

  8. Geez, BW, ya got some very talented people reading this blog. All the stories are wonderful! I don’t envy your job of picking one.

  9. OK, grandson Little Bit, said:

    Those wild little cats are the ones who made the dog do it! They started meowing outside and made the poor doggie start to jump up at the door handle and he caught it and opened it all up and out he went! He wanted to play chase with them and they ran up and down the yard and then out to the place the boat was and they jumped in and laughed at the doggie.

    He didn’t like being laughed at and backed WAAAAYYYYY up and…took off running really hard and BOOM!! He jumped into that boat and it started to slide off of the side of the river into the water. And those crazy cats jumped back out and left him out there all by himself! They were why he got loose the last time too and he had to chase them away from your kitchen or they would have eaten all of your food up.
    If his mommy (I think he means you BW) hadn’t come out to see what all the noise was, he would have sailed off and a big old alligator would have eaten him up for dinner. That’s all it was. Just give those crazy cats some time out!!

    I told you he had an imagination!!

    • Oh my goodness! Somehow this comment from Cammy’s grandson did NOT come through on my Dashboard. I am just now reading this! What a great job! Now, we have four stories. The judging will take place in the next day or so and we will be giving the prize soon! Tell Little Bit that I’m very glad he gave it a shot. BW

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