Copyright Madison Woods
“Hi Wilbur.”
“Yo, Myrtle.”
“What’ya doin’ up there?”
“Just chillin’…”
“Wanna come over my place?”
“Um … I’ll pass, I think.”
“Want I should bring some knickers over to you? got some new ones offa Ma Baker’s washing line…”
“Knickers huh?”
“Right… pink ones, lilac ones…”
“Pink sounds good… maybe later.”
“You stuck Wilbur?”
“Nah, just hangin’ out Myrtle.”
“Should I come up there?”
“That’d be nice, maybe fetch the knickers after all.”
“Sure Wilbur… anything else?”
“A ladder? For the others I mean.”
“I’m not doin’ none of that group tuppin’ Wilbur.”
“Just an underwear party, Myrtle…”
“Honest?”
“As the day is long Myrtle…”
The last time this prompt came up on Friday Fictioneers, I went down the horror path (who… me?) with the Soul Snatcher. So I thought I’d try for something a bit lighter this week. Thanks once again to Rochelle for her efforts, patience and diplomacy. 🙂
castelsarrasin 
Wilbur is WEIRD. 😀
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🙂 but friendly.
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Sandra, I’m not sure what’s going on. Maybe I’ve led a sheltered life in some ways or, being an American, maybe I didn’t understand some of the terms. I agree with Mr. Binks. The topic sounds a bit weird to me also. The writing was good as always and the dialogue was great. I’m just a bit confused. Maybe I should have waited until more people commented. 🙂 —Susan
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Well, the thing in the tree reminded me of a ram or a goat and goats tend to grab laundry off washing lines and … oh never mind. 😉 Maybe it doesn’t work. I was trying to adopt a lighter note this week. Back to black…
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Well, Sandra, that makes the story humorous and I knew I should have waited for more comments. Thanks for the explanation. 🙂 —Susan
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Dear Sandra,
As Colonel Potter told Radar, “It’s a rare treat to share your underwear with a friend.” 😉 Fun stuff.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks for the memories Rochelle! 🙂
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This sounds fun!
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🙂
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I don’t know why, but I am imagining an old naked man, hanging out (pun intended) on a tree. Does that make me wierd, Wilbour wierd?
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🙂 That image is going to take some forgetting…
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Must admit I didn’t get the goat idea until I read the comments, but my favorite line was definitely “I’m not doin’ none of that group tuppin’ Wilbur.” That had me laughing. Much funnier with goats than with people, which was my original thought. 🙂
(You might want a few more commas in front of the names, as it’s dialogue.)
janet
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Thanks Janet; I was in a hurry to post before I went out. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.
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I thought it was humorous the first time I read it, before I knew Wilbur was a goat. I just thought..oh, a guy that likes pink. Whatever!
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Thanks for getting it!
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I thought the group tupping would involve Wilbur (Wilbur, you goat, you) and his friends. I hadn’t picked up on the real goat/washline intention. Like ’em both.
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Thanks Patrick. 🙂
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Great perspective….how did he get up in the tree in the first place??? LOL! 🙂
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Every time I see a goat he’s usually standing on top of something. Goats are inveterate climbers, just like they’re avid laundry-eaters. 😉
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How funny, my story had a similar item. I enjoyed the banter. 🙂
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Just been to yours. 🙂 Thanks for reading.
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Wilbur just leaped up into the tree with stolen laundry? He’s not being a good goat, but the story is funny! You’re funny Sandra! Nan 🙂
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Thanks for reading Nan! 🙂
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I loved the line “I’m not doin’ none of that group tuppin’ Wilbur.” Very funny 😉
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Thanks Helen 🙂
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I had to look up the definition of “tupping,” and then it all made sense. Very funny!!!
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Lovely word … tupping. Much better than some of the alternatives around today. 🙂
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This is hilarious, Sandra. Wilbur is a hoot, but I’m sure he’s stuck.
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I think he is, but he’s a goat who can make the best of a bad situation…
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Sandra,
A fun, lighthearted romp–hope Myrtle managed to get a few truly tiny knickers off a neighbors wash line just for fun.
Cheers!
MG
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That Myrtle’s a trier, for sure.
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She sounds like a resourceful character…
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Ha. Never trust a goat with a clothes line.. Poor Wilbur being stuck there,
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Unless he’s tethered with it, Bjorn. Then he’s trustworthy.
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Had me chuckling. One never knows what a panty raid may lead to…had to look up tupping so I learned a new word!
Ellespeth
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Yes, I wondered how well that word would be known. Thanks for reading Ellespeth.
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Very good (especially once I looked up “tupping”).
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Tupping… such an evocative word. 🙂
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Funny. I was waiting for your dark side to pop out.
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So was I…. 😉
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Really enjoyed the read Sandra. Thank you.
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My pleasure!
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Good conversational piece, even if I’d no idea what was going on before reading the other comments! Well done.
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I think it’s safe to say this one didn’t work for many people. 😉
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*Grin* The group tupping line caught me by surprise. I love the request for a ladder.
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Group tupping… never to be forgotten. 🙂
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ok. now that i know he’s a goat, great story. but at first i thought Wilbir was a sexual predator with a panty fetish. ewe. but as a goat, he’s not so baaaaaahd:)
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He’s a dirty old goat, whatever… 🙂
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hahaha:)
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Hahaha this story definitely made me chuckle!
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🙂 Thank you!
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ewe..group tuppin…Wilbur better be careful if he doesn’t want to be curried…
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Curried goat…. ewww 🙂
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Really enjoyed this one, Sandra. Clever and witty.
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Thanks Dawn.
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Lovely voices in this and I took them to be human before the reading the comments, so Myrtle’s refusal about group tupping had additional resonance.
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🙂 I avoid it like the plague …
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