Your challenge for Thursday September 13, 2012 is to create a post about consequence or consequences.
Of Ice and Men
First came the ice age. Actually, first came man, but he was frozen during the ice age. Then came the thaw. The grasses grew, lawns were well maintained by the cute little bunnies that nibbled the grass. Then came the flint-stone man.
Zip, short for Ziplin, was a rather shy, watchful type of guy. It was to this very lawn we're looking at, that he visited, looking for something he had lost. Oh, if only I knew what I lost, he thought. The bunnies refused to help him and he steered clear of the jackalopes because he'd been horned by them before. Yet he searched every day.
It was right under his foot all the time. It was the flint-stone that had been caught up in the treads of his cave manish tennis shoes. Zip was getting old and always felt like he was walking on rocks, but when he discovered and dug out the flint-stone he felt relief. Zip was so ticked off when he found the source of the pain he'd endured for three weeks, he threw the flint-stone down, as hard as he could, on the lawn. This, of course, started a fire and that was the beginnings of the recipe called Hasenpfeffer.