Showing posts with label Fractured Fryday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fractured Fryday. Show all posts

Friday, September 26, 2014

New York Dreaming #FFHT

*We are joining Murphy and Stanley for another Fractured Fryday.  Today’s challenge is to use the phrase: just when I thought things couldn’t get worse” somewhere in the story.  Enjoy! ♥
Bentley: “You will never believe the dream I had last night.  I’m thinking it was the midnight snack combined with our BFTB broadcast this week!  Have you ever had one of those dreams where you know that you are dreaming, but you can’t wake yourself up?  It was like that only I didn’t want to wake up until I knew what happened.  I almost made it.”
Pierre: “Oh, I always dream crazy things.  I chase squirrels and bark in my sleep.  Sometimes when I’m almost asleep, I think I’m falling and I jerk myself awake.  Was I in your dream?”
Bentley: “OMD!  Yes, we were in The Big Apple a.k.a. New York City.  I was taking you on a tour of Belvedere Castle in Central Park.  Mom and Dad weren’t with us.  We weren’t even wearing our leashes.”

Pierre: “I love a park!  Were there slides and picnics?  Did I have fun?”
Bentley: “We were having a blast playing King of the Belvedere Castle.  Then we noticed a pup was howling that a stranger had taken his baseball on the grounds below.  Being a hero-type guy, I immediately sprang into action and began to follow the thief.”

Friday, July 25, 2014

A High Flying Tale #FFHT

"The deliveryman can enter our yard IF he has boxes!"

Bentley: “Here at Barking from the Bayou, Pierre and I have gotten used to the deliveryman stopping in front of the house.  We used to think that he could be a chainsaw killer and would give him a good barking.  Since Mom started blogging, he is usually bringing something really cool for us.  We have given him permission to enter our perimeter when he is carrying boxes.”
Pierre: “I’m pretty sure that he considers himself a very lucky guy.  I had to restrain myself on more than one occasion from using my karate skills on him.  These paws may look sweet and fluffy, but don’t be fooled I have a black belt.”