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Great-Grandma Told Me
© 2017 by Walter Reimer
A Thursday Prompt Story
“Why’d you stop digging?” I asked. My friend was leaning on his shovel.
“Just taking a breather,” he replied. “It’s hot out here. I’m going to need that case of beer you promised.” As big as he was, even for a wolf, even the humid warmth of a summer night could get to him.
I paused too, and left my shovel in the hole to get my bottle of water. I took a drink and tossed my friend his. “You’ll get the beer, I promised. Anything else?”
My buddy put a paw to his chin. “Can you get me a date with your sister?” and he started laughing when he saw the look on my muzzle. “Just kidding, dude, but you got to admit, your sister’s pretty cute for a badger.”
I nodded. “Yeah, she’s pretty good-looking. When she was in junior high, she had some college guy sniffing around her.” I reached a paw into the back of my pants. Badger claws are great for scratching your ass.
His ears dipped. “What’d you do to him?” he asked.
“I broke the fool’s nose.” He started laughing so hard that he sent water up his nose, and then we were both laughing as he sneezed and coughed. “C’mon, let’s get this over with.” We set our water bottles aside and picked up our shovels again.
It wasn’t really hard work, just hot and dirty, and we had to be careful to make sure the dirt ended up on the tarp by the hole. We got down about four feet and I said, “I think this is far enough.”
“Think it’ll work?” he asked as he climbed out of the hole.
“Sure.” I set my shovel aside, on top of the dirt we’d dug out, and walked over to the bags. “Fifty pounds, that’s five bags, and then five more.”
The wolf gave me the eye. “You sound like you’ve done this before.” I tied a rag around my mouth and nose and he moved upwind as I emptied the first bag.
“Nah,” I said. “Just following what my old great-grandma said: ‘If you’re gonna bury a body in a shallow grave, be sure to use plenty of quicklime.’”
End.
© 2017 by Walter Reimer
A Thursday Prompt Story
“Why’d you stop digging?” I asked. My friend was leaning on his shovel.
“Just taking a breather,” he replied. “It’s hot out here. I’m going to need that case of beer you promised.” As big as he was, even for a wolf, even the humid warmth of a summer night could get to him.
I paused too, and left my shovel in the hole to get my bottle of water. I took a drink and tossed my friend his. “You’ll get the beer, I promised. Anything else?”
My buddy put a paw to his chin. “Can you get me a date with your sister?” and he started laughing when he saw the look on my muzzle. “Just kidding, dude, but you got to admit, your sister’s pretty cute for a badger.”
I nodded. “Yeah, she’s pretty good-looking. When she was in junior high, she had some college guy sniffing around her.” I reached a paw into the back of my pants. Badger claws are great for scratching your ass.
His ears dipped. “What’d you do to him?” he asked.
“I broke the fool’s nose.” He started laughing so hard that he sent water up his nose, and then we were both laughing as he sneezed and coughed. “C’mon, let’s get this over with.” We set our water bottles aside and picked up our shovels again.
It wasn’t really hard work, just hot and dirty, and we had to be careful to make sure the dirt ended up on the tarp by the hole. We got down about four feet and I said, “I think this is far enough.”
“Think it’ll work?” he asked as he climbed out of the hole.
“Sure.” I set my shovel aside, on top of the dirt we’d dug out, and walked over to the bags. “Fifty pounds, that’s five bags, and then five more.”
The wolf gave me the eye. “You sound like you’ve done this before.” I tied a rag around my mouth and nose and he moved upwind as I emptied the first bag.
“Nah,” I said. “Just following what my old great-grandma said: ‘If you’re gonna bury a body in a shallow grave, be sure to use plenty of quicklime.’”
End.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Badger
Size 98 x 120px
File Size 12.5 kB
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I saw a documentary on worst jobs in British history, and from the Medieval period they discussed the trials and tribulations of the lime burner.
After the lime's been burned, it's quicklime - very corrosive stuff. It's then put in water to slake it, whereupon it's mixed with sand and used as mortar in the old cathedrals.
After the lime's been burned, it's quicklime - very corrosive stuff. It's then put in water to slake it, whereupon it's mixed with sand and used as mortar in the old cathedrals.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t4t.....7-0&t=687s Start at 30:00.
I believe I must have skipped over that little detail. Either that or I only noticed it subconsciously. But you're right, the scene is a bit reminiscent of Goodfellows. (I've actually seen very few movies or TV shows, relatively speaking; so most of those references go right over my head. )
Good scene. I'm trying to find balance between conversation and describing the environment. You balanced it well here. My first thought was that they were digging footings, then I concluded they were definitely burying a body. There's very few legitimate reasons to dig at night.
I do wonder though, if they're burying the guy who got his nose broken. I wouldn't ask to date the badger's sister if that's how I'd end up.
I do wonder though, if they're burying the guy who got his nose broken. I wouldn't ask to date the badger's sister if that's how I'd end up.
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