Welcome to my Take Seven compilation which incorporates all 21 words (or derivatives) from the Three Things Challenge for the past week.
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As always, have fun, and I hope you enjoy this week’s effort.
Our words were:
abide, ado, appeal, broken, dignified, dressing, fuss, huff, icing, inch, lay, leaf, panoramic, prize, road, shrill, squashed, stack, transport, trial, verbal.
Betty stamped her foot.
‘I will not do it!’ She stated. ‘It’s not dignified‘.
‘You can, and you will young lady’, her mother admonished. ‘Everyone has to abide by the rules’.
‘Pah! Rules. Rules were made to be broken, and I am NOT going to do it.’
She flounced off in a huff.
The others looked confused. Tomorrow was the big day and everything had been arranged, including transport, and that was where some of the problem lay.
Betty was used to panoramic views, and the idea of being squashed inside a double stack transporter with thirty others did not appeal one iota.
Add to that being shuffled, pushed and nipped by over zealous furballs was the icing on the proverbial cake, and she wanted none of it.
Her mother tired to explain that it was tradition, and prizes to be awarded, but Betty was having none of it.
‘I’d rather stay home,’ she sulked.
Next day, everyone was pretty excited and contentedly got into the transporter with the minimum of fuss. That was until it was Betty’s turn and she did a runner!
A lorry roared by but shrill whistles and a verbal command sent the two dogs after her before she ran into the road.
Skilled at their job, they didn’t give Betty an inch, blocking her from all sides back to safety.
She was shaking like a leaf by now and with no further ado got into the transporter with the other sheep. Luckily her mother was closest to her, and she huddled against her flank.
‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered.
‘No problem pet. Just remember the dogs are on trial, not us. We’re just the dressing.’