Campout: a mini-memoir
From Charli Mills at the Carrot Ranch is this week’s challenge.
August 26, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a flight of pigs. It can be farm or fantasy-related. The idea can be a tale, poem or memory. You can use the phrase as an expression. Go where the prompt leads!
Yes, there is a beginning to this story and an ending to this story. Here is a tiny memoir in 99-words of one of the middles.
Campout: a mini-memoir
I dated a farm girl who loved camping. Me? My farm knowledge was the words to Old McDonald, and camping was a room at the Holiday Inn.
You do things when you’re in love and that’s how I found myself camping in her brother’s yard one July Saturday night. The bathroom was close, and all things considered, it wasn’t so bad.
Early Sunday morning I woke to a shove. I opened the tent flap and was face-to-face with a very large pig. The pig snorted. Molly reacted with some deep-seated farm knowledge. The pig ran.
I didn’t scream.
E-I-E-I-ohhhhhh.
Michael B. Fishman
Michaelsfishbowl 
At an art show many years ago, I was captivated by a sculpture of a very large pig with wings. That was the start of my ‘when pigs fly’ collection. Camping? No, thanks.
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Camping at a hotel is ok though. But under those big open skies… ??
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The pig may’ve been as startled to see you, as you were to see it!
Lol!
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Probably! Or he wanted to eat me for breakfast!
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Ha! I’m thinking better a pig than a bear. Fun mini-memoir, Michael. And I love the song.
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Thanks Charli!
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