'A sense of humour lends you poise, it gives you balance and it helps you to bend without breaking'

(HH Pujya Gurudev Swami Chinmayananda)

Menolyrical; Final Fryday Hairy Tails

Over at Murphy and Stanley's place it is last Friday of the month story day... click to read more!!!

Normally I use a photo to prompt my stories and this is no exception; but we are also given a sentence by M&S which we have to highlight in the story.This month it is


Hamish stopped and stood rigid.

'What is it?!' whispered Whittle by his side, with some degree of urgency.

'Hyoo Mon', Hamish hissed back, 'noo haud yer wheesht afore he catches sight o' oon!'

Whittle wriggled. All this making like monuments was fine and dandy until those soldier ants decided to join the party.  They were beginning to nibble his toes and other parts he'd rather not think about.  He risked a little twist of his head so he could get a better view of the hyoo mon. 



'These ants are eating me alive; if we don't move soon they'll have stripped all the leaves and maybe a skin cell or ten...' at which point Whittle gave a great leap, causing the hyoo man to stop and raise his looking tubes. 'Don't you think it would be better if we moved?  He is so small that if we moved towards him I am sure he would run and then we can shift off this ants nest...'

'Dinny be brash lad; yon hyoo mon is likely to go telling tales about jungle dogs and dino-weasles and the next thing ye ken it'll be all machetes and machine saws round here and there would be nothing left to camouflage oorselves with!' 

Whittle jumped again.  'Now whit?!'

'A monster ant! The harder I tried to get it off me the more it dug in...look at this welt!!!'

'Och, haud yer voice doon lad or I'll hand you over to yon hyoo mon masel.' Hamish glared at his sidekick without even turning his head. That sideways glance that only a TerROARier can give. Whittle the dino-weasel solidified beneath that stare. Another minute in their time was twenty of the hyoo mon's. He'd surely be gone by then. 

Wouldn't he...

(c) Yamini Ali MacLean 2014.
This is a re-write of one I made earlier.... yes one of the recycles from the defunct My Take Too bloggy.

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  1. "telling tales about jungle dogs and dino-weasles" I love this story. And it fits the photo perfectly!

  2. LOL, your story on the soldier ants now have me itching.. Love the image.

    1. Hari OM
      heheheehh - and they would too, no respect for boundaries, those critters!

      I perhaps ought to mention that the photo is from Nigeria days (early 1970s) and was taken with the old Minolta on Kodak stock; it is a scanned print and the 'hyoo mon' is none other than 'the Father'... Yxx

  3. Oh my goodness what an uncomfortably itchy image…

  4. We liked this story... except fur the thought of being eaten by the ANTs...

  5. On no, ants in your pants is no funs!
    Dad told Mum that fire ants got their name because they rub their legs together to make fire. HeHe, she believed him, she's daft like that…and really its 'cos their bite stings like fire
    Loves and licky kisses
    Princess Leah xxx

  6. Mom is really wary around here as there are fire ants that live around this area and when they bite your skin feels like it is on fire.

    1. Hari Om
      The fire ants had entered OZ not long before I departed there... these soldier ants in Nigeria were WAAAYYYY bigger and literally could clear a forest... Yxx

  7. Well done! We don't run into any of those soldier ants! Thanks for pawticipating!

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

  8. We are also a bit itchy around here....great story!!
    Dory, Jakey, Arty & Bilbo

  9. ooooh that was an eleph-ANT what jumped on ya... run.... :o)
    easy rider

  10. Yam Aunty my mom is not a fan(ny) of bugs just the thought of them give her the itches.
    I loved the story
    Hugs madi your bfff

  11. WE has to say we would have moved, the fire ants we have around here HURT BAD when they bite.


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