Hello Everyone and happy weekend! To celebrate my favorite day of the week, each Friday I will highlight a short story, WIP, or other quip. I will write some of my own, but, also open it up for YOU, dear reader to join in.
If you would like to submit a Friday Fable please see the following guidelines:
1. All content MUST be YA, suitable for a general audience.
2. Fables must not exceed 500 words in length.
3. You must use an unpublished, original fable of your own, it can be a work in progress on its’ way for submission consideration.
4. Email to firstname.lastname@example.org with Fable Fridays in the subject line. Paste the entire fable within the email verbiage, not as an attachment.
If this feature grows in popularity, I will begin hosting a Friday Fables contest. Just not sure yet of the parameters, but, I can think of something.
Happy writing and let’s see what fables you can cook up!
Indigo was born into a small, closely-knit family. They grew a vegetable garden and her grandmother had a large fruit orchard. They raised livestock for the freezer and Indigo learned early in life how the land was created for human benefit. With her family, Indigo raised cattle, rabbits, goats, chickens, and sometimes pigs with the full knowledge they would be eaten upon attaining adult hood. For this reason, Indigo refused to become attached to many of the living creatures on the farm. It simply hurt her feelings too much.
Indigo recalled the time her momma was preparing rabbits for the freezer. Her momma generally would use her .22 pistol to shoot them in the head for a swift kill. Her momma had heard from other farmers about a more viable method using a hammer. Indigo followed her momma to the rabbit hutches kept under the shade of the large oak trees, away from the house. They prepared the first rabbit for dressing. Her momma attempted to stun the rabbit with a swift smack to the head; however, this method quickly revealed its ineffectiveness, the rabbit squealed, and Indigo had to leave the area. It was too traumatic to watch.
Her momma followed suit not far behind Indigo to retrieve her .22 to finish the job the right way. However, only one rabbit made it to the freezer, the remaining ones were spared and spent the rest of the summer lounging against frozen two-liter bottles of water munching on the occasional treat of grass Indigo provided. Indigo did not recall eating rabbit ever again after that. The hammer experience apparently put a chink in her momma’s tough armor. Indigo developed softness in her heart for domestic white fluffy rabbits, it was safe to love them. They were no longer on the menu.
Domestic Rabbit scores One