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Nosy Rosy they call her, peering here, peeping there. If she thinks there’s something’s going on she needs to find out all about it.
She was walking down a road when she heard some kids shouting, ‘six, six, six’. There was a hole in the fence so she couldn’t resist looking through it to see what all the excitement was about. She got poked in the eye and the kids started shouting, ‘seven, seven, seven’.
That’s not put her off though. The other day she took a peek through my window. Modesty prevents me from telling you what she saw!
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Poke a Froggie to visit the squares!
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
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Hehe 😂 love it Keith 😀
I love this story, Keith. You wove great wisdom in telling Rosy’s story from the prompt photo. Well done.
Glorious fun, Keith
this is no peeping tom, nosy rosie rules!
My first thought was Mrs. Kravitz, a character on the TV show, Bewitched. Now I’m thinking of her as a Peeping Tomasina! lol
This reminds me how much I miss your dear friend Rosy!
You are an eternal delight, dear Keith!