Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
I confess to being totally baffled by this week’s photo, kindly provided by Luther Siler.
It looks to me like a canary who has inadvertently hatched a hand-grenade.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture, below.
Copyright Luther Siler
The Cock
There is one in every town.
And in every café.
A big mouth who thinks he is a big man.
Who has to be the centre of everything.
Well, the one in this town brings a cock to the café.
A real live French rooster.
To watch the France v Germany match at the World Cup.
Most people feel sympathy for the poor squawking bird, totally disoriented by blaring televisions and excited football fans.
The big head thinks it is hilarious.
Why did you bring that stupid beast to see the game, someone asks.
He is driving, says the cock.
Sound Bite Fiction 
Now that’s funny. ;0)
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Laughed out loud. Nice work.
KT
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LOL!
Lily
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Well, while it was a baffling picture at first, you certainly made sense out of it! I enjoyed that, especially that last line.
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Great twist at the end, C.E. At least, the chicken had a sense of humor about the episode. Funny story. 😀 — Suzanne
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Funny story with a very good turnaround at the end. I loved it.
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Then I am dancing with delight here, Margaret!
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Amusing. Nice one. Unexpected end brings a smile. Enjoyed.
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Good. Thank you. Happy to make you smile. Glad you enjoyed.
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Haha…you made a funny!
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Don’t sound so jolly surprised, Dawn, it does happen!
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Well that had me laughing, great effort C.E.
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Then my day is a triumph, dear sir!
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He’s heading for a crash-landing, making pathetic jokes in a football crowd!
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What do you mean pathetic, Liz?
That is my second best joke!
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If he was going home in a plane, I guess the bird would be in the cockpit!
Visit Keith’s Ramblings!
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Ah well, you can’t make an omelette without breaking chickens.
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Excellent sound bite, C.E. Someday, I should love to share the story with you of the man who was walking into town with a cock under one arm and an pullet in the other, but I imagine you can guess the punch line.
I tip my cap to you on this one, Sir. Outstanding humor.
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Thanks, Russell, I like jokes where you add your own punch line.
Like the one about the two elderly chaps sitting on the beach in deck chairs.
One says ‘It’s nice out today’.
And the other replies …
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Ha! Ha! Great comeback line.
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He is a sharp bird!
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Haha! I’m not a football fan but I see quite a number of games as my husband is. I always find them very amusing. Not the game but the spectator antics. This one would have been no exception and the last line was funny.
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I am with you on that, Irene, I am always bemused that the referee is deemed to be biased against both teams.
Glad it amused you.
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Don’t seem to baffled this week, lovely tale, and I’m sure somewhere, somehow it’s happened.The relationships between folks and their pets on Animal Planet can attest to it. Thoroughly enjoyed!
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Thank you, Yolanda, if you enjoyed, I am happy.
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A Rooster’s Tale, I loved it. Still chuckling or clucking as the case may be.
Tracey
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I believe they call it “cackling” when hens do it.
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Glad you liked this, Tracey, and please try to ignore Russell’s remarks.
The comments on this post do not necessarily reflect the views of the owner.
Although very often they do.
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Nice take on the prompt. Looks like the rooster is the designated driver. Hope he is strong enough to get the cock into the car.
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Glad you enjoyed, Joseph, and thanks for your comment.
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Very funny indeed!
Needed some cheering up this week and this is excellent fare to get me ready for the panto season. You seem to be single-handedly exporting and adapting the ‘man walks into a pub’ joke format for the rest of Europe – well done, or should I say tres bon (in my appalling French accent).
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Glad you enjoyed the story, and you are right, the little café in the square is a rich source of inspiration.
Merci, madame, ton accent n’est pas important.
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You had me laughing at your introduction “It looks to me like a canary who has inadvertently hatched a hand-grenade.” 🙂 Hilarious story! Fun fun fun!
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Now that is the sort of comment that has me smiling for days.
Thank you so much, Lillian.
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Well, that’s certainly the dirtiest title to a story this week! Funny capper and nice Donald Trump depiction too.
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Au contraire, Perry, Le Coq Francais is a splendidly clean creature.
Fortunately not all big mouths are as dangerous as Mr Trump.
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Very funny. I think that canary must have crash landed after the game.
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Happy to amuse, Deborah, and the poor wee budgie has suffered some abuse here!
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Yes it has. Poor homely thing. 🙂
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How delightful! Thanks for an early evening smile.
A big mouth who thinks he is a big man. Whoa! This does an excellent job of describing intoxicated men.
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Glad you enjoyed, Alicia, but you should know that the characters are high only on excitement and anticipation.
This is an alcohol-free blog.
Usually.
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it could be a turkey for all i know. 🙂
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I don’t know and, quite frankly, don’t care.
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Ha.. that poor canary in the intro made me smile… yes this was a perfect match to the picture.
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Thanks, Bjorn, I think I do enough dark stuff, it is fun to go for humour sometimes.
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Fun. silly. Let’s have more.
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So you like a touch of whimsy, Patrick, I will keep that in mind.
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A big mouth who thinks he is a big man… you nailed that one. And loved the twist at the end.
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It is always fun when the big guy gets put down, isn’t it?
Glad you enjoyed.
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Very funny! I am also very intrigued by the photograph. I assumed it’s some kind of dressed up dispenser?
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Glad it amused you.
And I have honestly not got the foggiest idea what it is!
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Guffaw!
See what happens when you skip a week? We all miss you!
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Yeah, I think I’ll stay away for a month next time!
Am I to understand that ‘guffaw’ is how Canadian ladies smile in polite society?
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The ladies who are not afraid to cause a ruckus when they laugh…
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LOL! From the intro to the unexpected end, brilliant.
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Thank you, ma’am, very happy you enjoyed it so much.
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A canary who has inadvertently hatched a hand-grenade …. LOL! You do make me laugh. You have the most amazing and quite bizarre imagination! Love it! Poor cock …
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No imagination required, I just did the Aussie thing:
Say what you see.
Isn’t that your national motto?
Glad it amused ya, Sheila!
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Thanks Cobber … ! Gotta go ‘n thow a shrimp on the barbie …. ! LOL!
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Reblogged this on anelephantcant and commented:
AnElephantCant claim to be slim-line
He goes on a diet too rarely
So he has to say sorry
It wasn’t a lorry
But his bahookie that splattered this poor canary
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Perfect ending. Great take on the prompt, loved it 🙂
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Perfect comment, loved it!
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Another one here who loved the formatting on this – it added to the ridiculousness of the story, somehow – in a good way! Made me smile.
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A smiling lady means a happy writer.
Thank you.
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Dear C.E.
I’m not sure which made me laugh more, your story or your intro. A canary that hatched a hand-grenade. I dare Russell to top that ;).
Happy to see you back.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Happy to make you laugh, M’lady.
But I really wish you had not dared Russell.
Still, at least it wasn’t a double dare, that would have set the cat among the birds in the bush, if I may clutter my clichés here.
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Clutter as you wish, Sir Ayr. Perhaps Russell will miss the dare. 😀
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Now, now, you know I’m too lazy to attempt anything that would require effort (much less thinking) on my part. I will simply say, touché, C.E.
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Very funny! 🙂 Loved the staccato sentences. Great take on the prompt. Missed you last week – did you bring a note from your Mum?
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Glad you liked story, Sandra.
And I wasn’t allowed out to play last week because I broke my computer.
Pocket money stopped until it’s paid for.
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