Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)

As is encumbent upon us, this being Friday and all, we proffer a story from the picture that we saw. jenne and ceayr watch with evident glee and all the mad bloggers submit their tales to thee. yea celebrate, it’s the ‘hop that all await, the Unicorn Challenge photo prompt.

“What the…”

The sky pressed lightly on the rolling hills, brown streaks of hooves and carts, traceries of Man and animal.

“Where am I?”

While normally inert, beyond a fecund earthiness, the ground gave way to pungent exhalations of the herd.

“Better question: What am I?

…Holy shit!”

The sun hid behind the overcast grey sky, dominion established beyond any need to blaze.

“Those Eastern guys were on the money. Jesus Chr… err Jumpin’ Krishna.

Best be careful. No telling what the residency requirements are with this reincarnation stuff. Take it slow and remember your Douglas Addams: ‘Don’t Panic'”

Although developed over a tenure that claims origin in the Garden, the newest god, Practicality, was supreme.

“Look around. OK peaceful group. I must be fully transmigrated… transferred, whatever the word, ’cause I’m hungry. And would you look at that, a whole bunch of food…”

Serving Man, a directive imposed on all other Life, though not clearly sanctioned by the creator, is the reality.

“…still hungry, though. You know what I’m really got a craving for? A big china plate with a Maginot Line of salty French Fries surrounding my favorite meal in the a world.

What? We’re all going to head over to that truck? Sure, be part of the herd, not a worry in the world.”

“…a flame-broiled extra rare hamburger.”

… uh oh”