Alarna’s Pepi was unwell. She took him to the veterinarian, who, after a thorough examination, decided that he had eaten something inedible.
‘Don’t know what,’ the veterinarian said. ‘But he will recover soon.’
Alarna was confused. Until she could not find the yellow roses her faraway nephew had sent her...
This week’s 50-word stories are dedicated to faraway muses whose blogs I love. Today’s muse: an Aussie aunt.
boy with a hat 
And that is how Alarna’s Pepi became widely known as La Rosa Amarilla – the Yellow Rose…
So beautiful…
Dear Boy,
Upon hearing of his worldwide fame on account of a faraway nephew, Pepi sighed a contented sigh, and slipped into a blissful, smiling sleep…
Thank you for your wonderful, and varied, gifts. They are a thing of beauty… *hugs*
Alarna sounds irresponsible.
Don’t say that. Her Pepi really died. 😦
Don’t say that. Her Pepi really died. 😦
Write a poem to comfort her.
Or rather a list titled 7 Great Things About Dog Heaven.
I really like Alarna, and she knows it. 😦 I didn’t know. I shall write her a poem of comfort 😦