The Mad Strangler
“Wrangle?”
“Yep.”
“Bill, what’s a wrangle?”
“It ain’t a what, woman, it means go make me dinner.”
“Mmhmm. You better call 911.”
“Why?”
“I’m not a wrangler.”
“So?”
“But I am a strangler.”
I don’t know the age of some who might read this but in old westerns and the like, they would say “go wrangle up something to eat.” I suppose it had to do with those involed being wranglers, people who handled animals, those who herded cattle and horses. I guess they are what was once called the cowboy.
I rarely write anything other than poetry on this blog these days, but my first love is writing fiction, thus working on five books at once at the moment, and editing a romance for another author. But, when I saw the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox of sammiscribbles blog was to use the word ‘WRANGLE’ and be exactly 33 words, this kind of came to met.
Sammi’s challenge as well as other blogger’s challenges/prompts links are collected on the page at the top of this blog Challenges/Prompts from the Blogosphere.
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My brain went to wrangling cattle.
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I first thought of Wrangler jeans. 🙂 But that’s because I don’t know the last time I heard or read the word wrangle without the r at the end.
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Love this Ron, beautifully done! 💜
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