Never Trust A Nightingale

Image copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Image copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

We got together around August last. At first we sang folk songs, sea shanties, some spirituals. And then a bunch of sheep said, Get yourself a teacher. We settled on a nightingale from the local wood. She agreed to work with us on carols for the Christmas season. We reckoned we could do a few gigs in return for some carrots, sweet hay etc.

We had bookings from the cattle shed, the pigsty and the chicken run. But then the nightingale flew south for the winter before we learnt the words.

Old MacDonald is a bit annoyed, but, hey, E-I-E-I-O.


Written in response to the Friday Fictioneers weekly 100 word challenge found here.

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20 Responses to Never Trust A Nightingale

  1. Ohhhh I really enjoyed reading this.
    Simply brilliant.

  2. This truly is quite silly. Thanks for the smile.

  3. I’m sure they can work the refrain to great effect. Great take

  4. rgayer55 says:

    Can I join the band? I’m pretty sure I can fart the bass line.

  5. wmqcolby says:

    Hee-hee-hee-heeeee! Hysterical, Patrick. Great take on the prompt!

    “Oh, if the nightingale
    Could sing like you …” 😀

  6. michael1148humphris says:

    Thanks for the memory, Old MacDonald🙂

  7. ceayr says:

    Very silly.
    Love it!

  8. Dear Patrick,

    Who cares about words when you have great harmony. Fun story.



  9. athling2001 says:

    Great story! Love it.

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