Spindle-Legs called to Nimble-Fingers, “Come on, let’s hurry it. The swings are free, the goblins aren’t here today!”
The two play-friends had just hitched themselves onto the high swings and were working them into an exhilarating arc, whooping and laughing when…
Strutting out from the surrounding bushes, a red-wattled goblin demanded in no uncertain terms, “Off!”
Spindle-Legs and Nimble-Fingers scrambled to find their feet, but too late…the goblins surrounded them, pecking them, drawing blood and pain both.
Away from the barn now busy with goblins, Spindle-Legs sighed, “Once… just once.”
“But Spindle-Legs,” Nimble-Fingers groaned, “I think this was our once.”
And it was true, for at least they got to play a short while before the fat feathered goblins bullied in.
crispina kemp 
A cute story
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Thank you, Sadje 🙂
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You’re welcome! Can I ask what is this photo of?
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Apart from a barn? These are bird feeders, but I’m not sure which birds are intended. Chickens? Turkeys? Pheasants?
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Oh I see! I haven’t seen this sight before. Thanks
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Pleasure, as ever! 🙂
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🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
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Well… At least they got a little bit of play time! Fun stuff.
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I loved the entire set-up. The barn, the feeders/swings, everything
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Really cool, actually!
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🙂 Yay! 🙂
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😉😊
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Hints of the Apocalypse now at https://bobfairfield.org/2023/02/17/crimsons-creative-challenge-223/
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