…for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Peg.
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Arthur strolled into The Baaamy Inn, hung his jacket on a peg by the door then joined his fellow farmers, “evening all”, he said, “I just cut the grass on my camp site, I’ve always had a problem with abandoned tent pegs, they play havoc with my mower’s blades and it occurred to me that scanning the site with a metal detector before-hand might be a good idea, so yesterday I bought one; anyway, within minutes of using it I came across some money, great I thought, that goes towards what I shelled out – it was only a penny but as they say, look after the pence and the pounds will look after themselves – or as Olie the Oink says, ‘I look after my pigs and the pork looks after itself’!”
He went on to tell them about a camper he saw with a clothes peg on his nose, “I asked him why and he said ‘because this place stinks’, so I said ‘you’re camping on a farmyard, not in a bed or roses’”; and that reminded Babs about someone she bumped into the other day, “I saw Peg, you know, Peggy Potter who’s known for growing beautiful flowers, poppies, pansies, petunias and begonias or Pegonias as she calls them, and I remembered the time her entry in the annual flower competition was a flop, literally, and she won the booby prize donated by you, Arthur, a sack of stinky manure from your farmyard!”
“I see they are getting ready for the village fete”, said Knitter Natalie, “I hope you’ve all got your woolly wonders ready for the craft display, I walked across the green this morning and they were busily putting up the marquee and the gazeboes; I spotted a chap I know banging in some tent pegs, so being the friendly person I am I walked up behind him, tapped him on the shoulder and said hello, well, he jumped out of his skin and bashed his thumb with his mallet – you should have heard him swear, if he was an animal he’d be a hippopottymouth!”
The farmers were talking about how they all met, “the first time I saw you, Colin, you told me you had a horse called Pegasus”, said Ted, “I jokingly asked it it had wings, and you said ‘no, it’s got a wooden leg’, I thought that seemed a bit odd, then I sussed out you were trying to be funny – and you have’nt stopped since!”
“I dreamt about that horse last night” said Colin, “it turned out to be a night mare – the horse fell over and said ‘help, I can’t giddy up’ – it was in pain so I took it to the horsepital – to ride a horse or not to ride a horse, that is equestrian – the pony had trouble talking, it was a little horse – a centipede with a peg leg goes 99 clunk, 99 clunk – I took a poll and discovered that 100% of of campers get mad when their tents fall over – a smelly fairy is called Stinkabelle…..”
After the last of them had left, Len noticed Arthur’s jacket was still hanging on the rack beside the door, and on the peg next to it was a umbrella, the one Joanne accidentally left behind one evening several years ago, she never had the chance to collect it as she sadly passed away that night; Len looked at Arthur’s jacket and hoped it wasn’t a sign – there was a sudden bang on the door, it was Arthur, “sorry Len, I think I left my jacket behind”.
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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting –
Well, I am with Len in hoping the forgotten jacket is not a sign- as I just today found out Aurther has a camp site- and I’m guessing there are plenty of odd characters stopping in there I would like to hear about!
Arthur’s fine, worry not! I wouldn’t be surprised if a few of his campers started coming to The Baaamy soon.
A “night mare” and a little bit horse…LOL. Hilarious stories, Keith. Thanks for the laughs.
Delighted to be of service, Suzette!
Relief!! Great post as always Keith.
Thanks, Di, that’s really kind of you!
I am glad to hear that Arthur is all right. Nice name, “hippopottymouth”, from Knitter Natalie.
We all are! Thanks, Frank.
Too funny …. as always …. dear Keith. Keep us laughing!
Thank you, I try my best, Nancy!
I’m still laughing at your particularly punny fifth “sentence” – You are such a card!
You can always rely on Colin to come up with a handful of puns!
No kidding!!
Yow! That’s where all the ‘pegs’ went! No wonder I had to beat my head against trying to come up with an appropriate context for the prompt word.
Very nice work.
fave of the week: “…to ride a horse or not to ride a horse, that is equestrian“
I feel guilty now! Sorry I stole all the pegs!
Another really fun visit to the Baaamy. Thank you, Arthur, for coming back for the jacket!
What a relief that was!
Pegonias had me cackling first and now my ribs hurt…in a good way. Do you have a day job, or do you just spend your whole week thinkin’ this stuff up?? And what’s your secret, caffeine? Thanks, and God bless you, Keith!!
My seven day a week day job is thinking this stuff up! Thanks. Rene!
I was pretty sure that was the case…see? I start reading, even your comments, and looking at your friendly face, and I’m giggling. ‘Course, it could be I just need some sleep! See you later, you wonderful Funny Man!
I’m blushing!
loved it!!!
I’m pleased! Thanks so much, Nandini.
So funny Keith and I’m so relieved by those last few words 😅
Even I was, I don’t what I’d write without him!
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All wonderful, Keith, but my favourite is: a centipede with a peg leg goes 99 clunk, 99 clunk 🐛😂
It’s one of those jokes you hear and never forget – well, I didn’t!
Fun and creative ~ Happy Weekend to you and thanks for commenting on my blog~
an artist reflects
Thank you, it was a pleasure.
You never cease to hit my funny bone, Keith! I too am glad Arthur came back for his jacket!
I’m really pleased!
Arthur would not have existed without your brilliant SSS challenge, thanks so much, Denise!
Hippopottymouth.
I gotta find some way to work that into a conversation! 😂