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The Hat
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2020 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: Western genre, comedy, 365-word limit
(Rikki and Tikki Tavvy are courtesy of E.O. Costello. Thanks!)
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Sheriff Clawhammer came out of the jail, the cougar’s spurs clinking against the planks as the rest of the posse waited for him to speak. He spat and said, “Men – an’ Bob – there’s trouble at the Tavvy place. Mount your horses.”
“We’re not that lonely, Sheriff.”
“We seen you on Saturday nights, Bob,” another growled, “an’ stay away from mah sister.”
“Ain’t no need to send no posse,” came a loud voice at the back. Heads turned, followed by a few stomachs, to see a thin and rangy otter on a white horse. It was hard to see his face, because he had a curiously tall hat. “I’ll go.” Without waiting, he turned his horse and started off.
“Who’re you, stranger?” Sheriff Clawhammer shouted.
“Name’s Kim Randy.”
“Kim Randy to the rescue!
Kim Randy to the rescue!”
“SHUT UP!” the Sheriff shouted at the impromptu quartet.
The Tavvy place was a large farm a few miles outside town, run by a pair of coyote sisters named Rikki and Tikki. Rikki was wearing blue gingham, with Tikki wearing red.
“Oh!” Rikki moaned. “Who can help us?”
Tikki started bouncing up and down gently as she looked out a window. “Someone’s a-comin’! An’ – Look at that hat!”
Rikki looked, and started fanning herself with a paw. “I feel a trifle faint.”
They headed out onto the porch as the otter with the hat rode up. “Ladies. I hear ya’ll got trouble.” He looked around. “I don’t see no desperadoes, an’ ain’t no indigenous tribesfolks neither. So what’s th’ matter, ladies?”
“We got a whole field t’mow,” Rikki said.
“An’ our fieldpaws done went ta town!” wailed Tikki.
There was a short silence.
The otter got off his horse and said, “Lead me to it.”
“Kim Randy mowed the fescue!
Kim Randy mowed the fescue!”
“You saved the day!” Rikki said.
Tikki said, “How can we ever repay you?”
Kim Randy noticed that both coyote girls were staring at his hat.
Slowly, the otter smiled.
“Kim Randy cooked barbecue!
Kim Randy cooked barbecue!
Them pretty girls in red and blue
Fell in love with that hero true!
Then Kim took ‘em both –
And never took off his hat!”
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end
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2020 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: Western genre, comedy, 365-word limit
(Rikki and Tikki Tavvy are courtesy of E.O. Costello. Thanks!)
__________________________________________________________________________
Sheriff Clawhammer came out of the jail, the cougar’s spurs clinking against the planks as the rest of the posse waited for him to speak. He spat and said, “Men – an’ Bob – there’s trouble at the Tavvy place. Mount your horses.”
“We’re not that lonely, Sheriff.”
“We seen you on Saturday nights, Bob,” another growled, “an’ stay away from mah sister.”
“Ain’t no need to send no posse,” came a loud voice at the back. Heads turned, followed by a few stomachs, to see a thin and rangy otter on a white horse. It was hard to see his face, because he had a curiously tall hat. “I’ll go.” Without waiting, he turned his horse and started off.
“Who’re you, stranger?” Sheriff Clawhammer shouted.
“Name’s Kim Randy.”
“Kim Randy to the rescue!
Kim Randy to the rescue!”
“SHUT UP!” the Sheriff shouted at the impromptu quartet.
The Tavvy place was a large farm a few miles outside town, run by a pair of coyote sisters named Rikki and Tikki. Rikki was wearing blue gingham, with Tikki wearing red.
“Oh!” Rikki moaned. “Who can help us?”
Tikki started bouncing up and down gently as she looked out a window. “Someone’s a-comin’! An’ – Look at that hat!”
Rikki looked, and started fanning herself with a paw. “I feel a trifle faint.”
They headed out onto the porch as the otter with the hat rode up. “Ladies. I hear ya’ll got trouble.” He looked around. “I don’t see no desperadoes, an’ ain’t no indigenous tribesfolks neither. So what’s th’ matter, ladies?”
“We got a whole field t’mow,” Rikki said.
“An’ our fieldpaws done went ta town!” wailed Tikki.
There was a short silence.
The otter got off his horse and said, “Lead me to it.”
“Kim Randy mowed the fescue!
Kim Randy mowed the fescue!”
“You saved the day!” Rikki said.
Tikki said, “How can we ever repay you?”
Kim Randy noticed that both coyote girls were staring at his hat.
Slowly, the otter smiled.
“Kim Randy cooked barbecue!
Kim Randy cooked barbecue!
Them pretty girls in red and blue
Fell in love with that hero true!
Then Kim took ‘em both –
And never took off his hat!”
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end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Otter
Gender Male
Size 120 x 92px
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