It was really windy. My flower pots had blown over and Norman the Gnome was flat on his back.
Suddenly Gail’s gazebo hurtled past. A couple of cars swerved to avoid it. Gail was trotting along behind, swerving between the swerving cars. It was like a scene from a cartoon! Suddenly it took off and landed in a tree.
I had warned her. ‘Gail,’ I said, ‘it’s going to be windy, take it down’. Did she listen?
Gail called the Fire Brigade. They rescue cats from trees so why not tents? But no, so I said I’d help her – when the wind dies down!
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle and our picture prompt this week is by Jon Wayne Fields.
Catch the frog to join in the fun!