Writing about a FARM was the Flash Fiction Challenge this week from Charli Mills. It brought back a very real childhood memory for me (but I cleaned it up a bit as my reaction to the food on that plate was a bit more dramatic). Join the weekly fun at the Carrot Ranch
A real farm… Peg could hardly believe her luck. She was going to visit a farm as the guest of her aunt and uncle. As an inner-city gal, this was a dream day trip.
There were animals everywhere. Chickens ran free. Cows were being milked. Pigs oinked hello!
Nothing was as enchanting as the lambs. Soft, tufted wool on their backs that gave off a lotion-like grease when petted.
The dinner bell rang, and she joined farmhands at the big table. She nearly fainted when she saw the ham, fried chicken, roast beef, and lamb stew on her plate!
©2022 Annette Rochelle Aben
I really love the imagery here! I can almost taste the food!
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Thank you, Margot. It was quite the experience for a youngster such as myself. If I recall correctly, I was 8 years old.
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A very great answer to the challenge, Annette! That still reality. Have a nice weekend! xx Michael
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Thank you, Michael! Have a great weekend yourself! xx
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Oh no! *gasp*
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😉
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I can just imagine this scene.
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Yay, not my proudest moment…
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Oh, I don’t know. I think perhaps it was your proudest moment.
I still remember absolutely refusing to eat Biddy, one our chickens. I suspect I was sent to bed without dinner, but I also think my parents may have sympathised. I must ask my older brother if he remembers 🙂
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birds of a feather! 🙂
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It doesn’t take much beyond a visit to an animal farm to develop a distaste for meat.
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🙂
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Ha! This reminds me of when Kid got Curly the pig at Carrot Ranch. No more bacon!
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I can’t even handle the smell of bacon frying!
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Ha, ha! That first realization is a hard one. As a city girl, too, I totally understand your response. LOL! ❤
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Crazy stuff there.
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