This week’s words at The Sunday Whirl are – thistles horns stiff treat wee chirping fit down stick blushing out moment.
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The moment I saw the prompt words a story entered my mind but it was somewhat…shall I say…risqué! Even I was blushing as my mischevious muse read it out to me. She’s worried that AI might make her redundant in the future, so she’s been taking quite a few risks of late. I decided to stick her on the naughty step and try writing down something unaided.
An hour later nothing was going on in the ‘ole brain box, so I thought I’d treat myself to a wee dram, there’s nothing like a stiff drink to get the mind moving!
A deer stood mid the thistles, tickled by the thorns, chirping birds they whistled, whilst perched upon its horns….
No, I don’t think it’s fit for purpose, but at least I’ve gobbled up all the words while talking to you!
‘Muse, come here will you?’
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You, my dear friend, are such a delight! What a fun story!
Awww, thank you, Nancy!
That’s so funny Keith – that wee dram certainly oiled your cogs 😅
It always does – you should see my whisky collection!
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Thank you for sharing your delightful musings without your muse’s guidance Keith. Superb take on the prompt.
Thanks, Suzette, I’ll think she’ll behave herself in the futuire.
I’ll echo Nancy. It is always such a delight to read you!
That’s really kind of you Dale, thank you.
I speak the troof! My pleasure, kind sir.
Our muses tend to do what they want, don’t they. Fun story!
You are not kidding!
Fun Keith, and a reminder I haven’t set the MLMM Monday wordle yet!
Thanks so much, Di!
This is absolutely delightful, Keith!
Thanks for your kind words, Linda
muses can be most uncooperative when they choose to be
…as I know only too well!
I have no objection to a bit of shall we say blue humor….. I say let the muse write what she will! hehehe
Be careful what you wish for, I say!
Haha! Nice job.