Today at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, our writing prompt is to use the following sentence in a story or poem: The flowers were blooming, and the bees kissed them every now and then.
“It was a beautiful spring day. Birds were singing —”
“What kind ‘o birds?” Jimmy interrupted.
Well, I would imagine there were robins, sparrows, perhaps a —
“How ’bout pterodactyls! Were there pterodactyls, Mom?”
“Jimmy, no. Pterodactyls lived during the dinosaur period. This story takes place in modern times,” she explained.
“Oh,” Jimmy mumbled. “Figures.”
“Can I continue?”
Jimmy shrugged.
“The flowers were blooming, and the bees kissed them every now and then —”
“How?” Jimmy interrupted again.
“How, what, Jimmy?” Mom sighed.
“Bees don’t have lips! How’d they kiss the flowers?”
“It’s a figure of speech.”
“Huh?” Jimmy tilted his head, squinting.
“It’s a different way of saying something,” she explained. “In this case, it’s rather poetic, I th —”
“Did the bees French the flowers?”
“What!?”
“You know, French kiss.” Jimmy explained. “Do they have tongues?”
Mom closed the book. “How do you know about French kissing?”
“The other day at Dad’s, Shelley was over —”
Mom interrupted, “Shelley?”
“That’s Dad’s new squeeze.”
“His squeeze?”
“You know. His girlfriend.”
“So your father has a girlfriend…” she repeated thoughtfully.
“Not just one, Mom. Shelley’s just the newest one.”
Ergo, the Ogre 