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The youngest came in from school. “Mum, I want a pet.”
I’d been expecting this. Two of her friends had recently been given puppies.
“Sweetie, I’d like a pet too. But we don’t have room in this top floor flat.”
She snuck a look at the empty cage tucked into a corner, designed for a parrot, housed a canary. Bequeathed by her grandpa, died shortly after.
Next day, she arrived home with a small cage. “This is Gizmo.”
Eke, a gremlin? No, he was a gerbil.
86 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Gizmo
An almost true story.
So funny 🤣 🙌
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As I said. it’s an almost true story. Later, we gave Gizmo a mate named Giro. And oh boy, did they multiply. I became fascinated with their genetics: offspring in brindle, sandy and albino although both parents were common brindle
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Amazing 🤩
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True (and almost true) stories have a certain edge
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Wonderfully done! 👍 I enjoyed reading this, and great use of the word “gizmo”.
Have a wonderful weekend! ☺️
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Thank you, Aptivi. And may your weekend be gizmo-free!
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You’re most welcome, Crispina. Thank you! ☺️
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🥰
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Being a pet-less top floor flat dweller myself, I found this really amusing!
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Thank you. Yea, the top floor does restrict pet choices. Can’t take a goldfish out of it’s bowl and ‘pet’ it!
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A great story and it is one most of us have lived. 💜💜
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In some form or other! 😁
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Yes indeed
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🤗
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Cute
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Thank you 🙏🥰
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You’re welcome
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🥰🥰🥰
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Cute story, Crispina.
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Thank you 🙏😀🥰
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