Three Line Tales #133 – Polluted Palate

“Yech! That’s horrible smelling and it’s going up my nose and into my throat, tastes terrible!”

“I think so too. Humans must not realize we have extremely keen senses, constantly polluting our environment!” The two lion cubs lived in an open area of the Safari park sanctuary. Constant visitation by humans in all types of vehicles was harming their air quality. Unfortunately, the funds to keep the park open as a sanctuary required allowing visitors, subsequently keeping the park a viable place for these abandoned cubs.

Crossing the road, the siblings walked to the nearby fresh water stream to drink.

Three Line Tales, Week 133

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WEGO Health Awards

This is a REBLOG of Dizzy’s post today. Voting ends soon…Congrats to Dizzy and give a look to the “here” and vote, please!

Dinosaurs, Donkeys and MS

Me and Dizzy are so excited to have been nominated by Robert (who has a wonderful blog over at a30minutelife) for the WEGO Health Awards. 🙂 These awards were created to recognise those that make a difference to the online health community and we’re in the Best in Show: Blog category! 🙂 It really does make me and Dizzy so happy to have been nominated. 🙂 We’re always surprised to have people even read our blog!

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There are so many amazing blogs nominated for this category, but we would really appreciate any endorsements. 🙂 Dizzy’s promising to send out more of her imaginary ginger nut biscuits to anyone who does. 🙂 And the great thing is that you can endorse as many nominees as you like, so you can also endorse some of the other great nominees on there too. 🙂

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100 Word Wednesday #84

People talking

Chatting

Listening

Observing

Groups of visitors on vacation

Students on their way to class

People coming and going

The same path everyday

Except this day. This morning a group of young people were headed to a rally. It was their turn at the gathering to show their feelings in protest. The others going up the stairs behind them had their say, and now it was this group’s turn. No longer were they satisfied to lead their privileged lives without notice of the conditions around them. No longer strolling by the disadvantaged street people, it was time to act.

100 Word Wednesday: Week 84

Putting My Feet in the Dirt 13 and 14

Because of the coffee curfews last night, he got a chance to sleep in. However, all was not well. Because he had overindulged on birthday ice cream, cake, wine, and champagne, karma’s quest for comeuppance struck again.

As he wandered into his dining room, he tripped over the leftover mess from the night before. “Party hearty” creeped into his foggy head and they all did, with gusto. His bedroom escaped the worst, but here on the couch his best friend lay snoring. Across from him in the recliner with his hands still on a video game console, was his brother, passed out cold. The huge screen on the wall was blinking brightly.

He bypassed the kitchen area altogether, as his stomach started to complain. He stumbled into the bathroom and then back to bed. Karma was upon him, but it could wait.

August Writing Prompts