“We have reached the graveyard. But will you now tell me why have we come here?”
“Wait for a while and you will know.” He entered the graveyard.
He had reached quite ahead when the other fellow jogged to him, “Where are we going?”
“Why, to pick someone…” He guffawed.
“Don’t be sinister buddy and tell me.”
He had by then stopped near a grave.
“Why have you stopped, who is buried here?”
He ignored the question and picked up the kid standing solemnly behind the grave into his arms, “I have come to get him, meet Rosie’s kid goat.”
Copyright – Randy Mazie
Dear H.A.
You’ve gotta watch those kids every moment. cute story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you. I tried some serious writing but then decided to have some fun with the picture and hence came out this little tale.
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Cute story!
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🙂 thanks for reading.
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A nice little tale of a kid meeting a kid! 😀
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thank you.. 🙂
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Neat n small story… nice…
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Are you kidding? 🙂
janet
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Actually, I am.. 🙂
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Yeah, I kind of thought so. 🙂
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Lovely play on the words and the image. I liked it.
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thanks a lot.. 🙂
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communication at it’s best
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thanks… 🙂
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We used to say this line repeatedly as kids:
“Hey kid, you can’t kid, the kid you’re gonna kid –
’cause the kid you’re gonna kid can’t be kid, you get me kid?
Randy
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Oh! Now that is great.. interesting way to confuse each other when kids.
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Kids being kids, a cute little piece.
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Nice little story. Funny how grave stones can alter our perception of the world.
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True.. Thanks.
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Kids will be kids
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