Kreative Kue 297

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DSC_0116cJohn W Howell is a multiple nominated and award-winning author who blogs at Fiction Favorites. Details of John’s books can be found on his Amazon author page

Bug Out by John W. Howell © 2021

“I’m not sure I can run anymore.”

“You have to. We need to make it to the yard.”

“What’s the rush?”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“No, I’m not. Are we late for dinner?”

“No, dinner is hours away.”

“I give up. Why are we running?”

“You didn’t see that thing by the woods.”

“What thing?”

“That monstrosity with the black eyes and glowing nose.”

“You mean the carrot?”

“Carrot? What are you talking about?”

“It’s a snowman with a carrot nose.”

“What about those coal-black eyes.”

“You just said it.”


“Coal. The eyes are made of coal.”

“Nah, uh.”


“Whew, let’s stop running.”

“Thank heavens. I can hardly get my breath.”

“So you’re saying it was a snowman.”


“How’s he get there?”

“That old guy with the beard built it.”

“The one we live with?”

“The very same.”

“The author.”


“Why would he build a snowman?”

“For a story.”

“Not much of a story.”

“What if the snowman came alive and was chasing us?”

“Now that would be a story.”

“Don’t look now, but we better get to running again.”

“This is fiction, right?”

“I’m not hanging around to find out. I’m going to bug out. You with me?”

“Well ahead of you, my friend.”

My effort was:

What rhymes with chilly?

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Eos?”

“I can’t lie to you, Trev; I’m loving it. The cold, crisp air; the snow crunching under my feet; the—”

“Yeah. Let’s talk about your feet, shall we?”

“What about them?”

“They’re made for this stuff, aren’t they? Look at how broad they are, and look how much hair there is around them and between your pads. A lot of the time you’re on the snow, not in it.”

“Well, that’s just how I’m built.”

“Exactly. You’re like a polar bear. Lots of layered fur, big feet to spread the load and foot hair to make it even easier. What breed did you say you are?”

“Bit of a mix-up, really. Maye a bit of terrier—”

“Nah. I’d know if you were related to me.”

“Maybe some other stuff, but mostly—”

“Here it comes. Mostly what?”

“Mostly Labrit.”

“Which in English is?”

“Pyrenean Sheepdog.”

“And there we have it.”


“Well, firstly, a sheepdog is designed to work with sheep, yeah?”

“That was well worked out, Trev.”

“And that means spending a lot of time outdoors, yeah?”


“Now. What does Pyrenean mean?”

“Relating to or characteristic of the Pyrenees mountain range, which extends along the border between France and Spain.”

“Let’s look at that, shall we? Relating to the Pyrenees what?”

“The Pyrenees mountain range.”

“And what do we know about the Pyrenees mountain range?”

“Apparently, it extends along the border between France and Spain.”

“What else?”

“Dunno. Never been there. I was born in the Lot valley.”

“Then I’ll tell you. It’s high, it’s cold and one of its main industries is skiing.”


“And what do you need for skiing?”


“What else?”

“Humans to use them.”

“Go on.”

“You mean snow?”

“I mean snow.”

“What’s that got to do with me?”

“You are a Pyrenean Sheepdog. You are designed to work with sheep. Outside. In the snow.”

“Yeah? This is fun, though, not work. I don’t see what you’re getting so worked up about.”

“You would, if you were a male with short legs and a low-slung underside!”


On to this week’s challenge: Using this photo as inspiration, write a short story, flash fiction, scene, poem; anything, really; even just a caption for the photograph. Either put it (or a link to it) in a comment or email it to me at before 6pm next Sunday (if you aren’t sure what the time is where I live, this link will tell you). If you post it on your own blog or site, a link to this page would be appreciated, but please do also mention it in a comment here.

Go on. You know you want to. Let your creativity and imagination soar. I shall display the entries next Monday.

6 thoughts on “Kreative Kue 297

        1. I can’t claim credit for that – it was the name he had when we got him.
          He has a funny history. Born in the UK in April 2006, he was transported with a number of other dogs to France when his owners relocated later that year. For whatever reason (there are a few different stories) he soon ended up in a French rescue centre from where he went to a friend of ours who fosters dogs. We got him from her in August 2009. We have his original vaccination record which goes back to 2006 and has the name Trevor on it.


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