Friday Fictioneers ~ Zantippie

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It’s Time for FRIDAY FICTIONEERS again! Time to pull out your keyboards, warm up your mice, and spin the mental gears of imagination.Once again, Rochelle has outdone herself to provide us with such wonderful mind candy! If you want to join, please, visit her page: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/07/10/12-july-2013/

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Thank you, Randy Mazie, for such a unique image to work with! I made it just under the blade with 99 words. Enjoy! Oh, by the way, you might need a tissue or two….

My Hubs raised goats. Zantippie was his most favorite and a source of many fond memories. She's the one looking directly at the camera.

My Hubs raised goats. Zantippie was his most favorite and a source of many fond memories. She’s the one looking directly at the camera to the left of the feeder.

Every morning Zantippie jumped the gate, traipsed through town and into the cemetery. She stood before his stone and wailed pitifully. She’d spent her entire life at his side, following him to market everyday and home every night. She’d seen him clutch his chest, cry out, then fall beside the watering trough. They carried him away. She followed, wailing pitifully. She couldn’t let go, now. It would be sacrilege. Zantippie stood her mournful watch. Waiting for his return. They day came in the spring. She lay down, curling legs beneath her, head on his stone. Mercifully, they buried her on his chest.

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