“Take a gander at that one?”
“Wow, she has some hind end on her. She’d be able to produce foals with no trouble at all.”
“Classy colour. Imagine here paired up with that black stud our people keep in the barn?”
“She sure is a looker. Think they’ll come close so we can talk to her.”
“No way. Those people are uppity. They’re just showing her off. No way they’ll let her near us. Not enough breedin’ in us for the likes of them.”
“George, hey George, you see that filly?”
“Huh? What? What filly? These guys have oats!”
“Wow, she has some hind end on her. She’d be able to produce foals with no trouble at all.”
“Classy colour. Imagine here paired up with that black stud our people keep in the barn?”
“She sure is a looker. Think they’ll come close so we can talk to her.”
“No way. Those people are uppity. They’re just showing her off. No way they’ll let her near us. Not enough breedin’ in us for the likes of them.”
“George, hey George, you see that filly?”
“Huh? What? What filly? These guys have oats!”
Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - December 8, 2016 - write a story about a gander as a verb.
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