Choosey Little Beggar

Hanna had drawn the short straw, meaning the night shift. The calf needed to be fed every three hours using a big plastic bottle. If she couldn’t get the orphan heifer to suck, she would have to call for help. She didn’t want to give Tal the satisfaction. 

Squatting next to the animal, she lifted the calf’s head, hoping she’d take the bottle. 

“C’mon you little beggar, quit being so choosey.”​

“What’s the matter, can’t get her to ear?” Tal’s smirky voice sliced through the darkness. 

Sounds of sucking made Hanna smile. ​

“Us girls gotta stick together.” She whispered.

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Ann Edall-Robson
Author, Photographer, Lover of Life
"Capturing moments others may never get to experience."

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - April 11, 2019 - Write a story using or interpreting the phrase 'beggars can't be choosers'.

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