It's time again for my new favorite weekly word challenge. A quick run down for those that are unfamiliar with it. Raven from Views from the Ravens Nest gives us two sets of random words to work into a paragraph that she likes to call Wordzzles. She has an open invitation to any who would like to give it a go, so if you feel so inclined, jump in.
The words for this week's ten word challenge were: spaghetti, larkspur, Prilosec, roaring lion, adamant, green green grass of home, paradox, filibuster, face cream, trout fishing
And for the Mini Challenge: jury of ones peers, barking dog, a wing and a prayer, liver, sprained ankle
I especially enjoyed the second set of words because as many of you know, I was serving on jury duty this week. As it turned out I only had to go to the courthouse on Tuesday and as I was sitting there waiting to be called, I wrote the mini challenge as well as the mega challenge.
And away we go...
Ten Word Challenge***
After spending a long day at Larkspur Lake trout fishing, Joyce was adamant that she wanted to see the green green grass of home once again. She found herself in quite a paradox however, because she was the one who had suggested the family come out here in the first place. The moment she started packing up for home, her husband Ray put up a filibuster, pleading his case about how the monster trout he'd been pursuing all day was sure to bite at any minute. Joyce wasn't willing to budge however. Turns out that she had mistakenly put face cream on instead of sun block and was now feeling the onset of a very nasty sun burn. Compounding matters, her acid reflux was coming on like a roaring lion thanks to the spaghetti dinner from the night before, and to top it all off, her Prilosec was at home. If she didn't get something for her stomach soon, it was going to get ugly...and fast!
I couldn't believe it. I'd been called to be on a jury of ones peers for a civil case, that by all accounts, was completely ridiculous. A gentleman was suing his neighbor because the guys barking dog had startled him while he was preparing a dinner of liver and onions. Seems that he stumbled backwards from the sudden noise , lost his footing and ended up with a sprained ankle. He was now suing for medical bills incurred as well as emotional distress. Halfway through his argument it was painfully obvious that he didn't have a wing and a pray at winning the case.
As jury selection began a variety of excuses were offered up in hopes for an early departure for some. One elderly man told the judge his liver was in distress and wasn't sure if he would be able to serve. Another hobbled up with a sprained ankle in a wrap asking to be dismissed. When the third petition was raised however, nearly everyone in the courthouse erupted into laughter. A sweet, but misguided lady said she had a barking dog that was sure to cause problems with her neighbor if she wasn't able to be at the green green grass of home to care for him. We all knew that she only had a wing and a prayer this no nonsense judge was going to release her, but at least she had tried.
As expected, the judge answered back like a roaring lion. He was adamant that even though the first two jurors could be excused, He wasn't in the mood for any other half baked excuses. He continued telling the courtroom that he'd much rather be trout fishing at the lake with his yellow Labrador retriever Filibuster, but if he had to be stuck here then the rest of them could manage too. Besides, the defendant was entitled to be tried by a jury of ones peers and at least twelve of them were going to be on that jury.
Then it happened. Juror #347 spoke up and said, "Here's the paradox your honor. As much as I'd really like to serve on this panel, I'm afraid I don't think I'll be able to do that."
Looking back at her it was quite clear, both by his temper and his obvious discomfort, that his Prilosec was wearing off. "And why is that my dear?" he asked.
"I work for the Larkspur Spaghetti Factory on the same production line as the claimant. I don't think I could be very impartial if I know her."
"Anybody else!" the judge demanded.
With a well warranted amount of hesitation another timidly raised his hand saying, "I own stock in the face cream company that the defendant manages."
"This just keeps getting better every minute!" sniped the judge, "Bailiff, escort the few potential jurors we have left out of the courtroom. We're in recess!"