Dear Friends
This tale is the most amazing I have ever received and I acquired it by sheer accident. Last Friday as I was walking along the beach near home I came across a bottle washed up on the shore. Inside was a note and a note like I never suspected.
I pulled the note from inside the bottle and unwrapped it.
I am going to relay the contents to you and ask what would you do in my shoes?
Dear Person who finds this note,
I desperately need your help.
Please call the police, the fire brigade,
All emergency services and bring a ladder.
I have found myself locked inside the Tale Weaver.
What you think is a gentle weekly prompt is in fact a portal to the most devilish of places.
I know it was my fault to challenge the hosts into a frenzied argument as the validity of fairy tales under the Tale Weaver banner but I felt something had to be done as these two people are riding roughshod over my creativity.
To be succinct they have cast a spell over me and I now find myself stuck in the Tale Weaver with no way out.
To be even more precise they have banished me to an eternity inside the Three Little Pigs tale.
Every day I watch the pigs building their houses, the wolf challenging them, huffing and puffing and in the end the wolf falls into the pot.
I’m getting tired of it and feeling like a real victim of ground hog day.
To be truthful the three pigs whose names should be Conceited, Despicable and Tiresome deserve everything they get apart from the wolf I have to say.
The wolf is quite a nice chap. always polite and well mannered not like the pigs who are ignorant and so up themselves it’s not funny.
In the time I have been here I have not been invited once to any of the pigs homes, probably I suspect as they don’t see a lot of future apart from sharing for ever with Tiresome the brick house pig and that couldn’t be in any way something to look forward to.
As it is the Wolf, whose name is Roger by the way, is the most welcoming fellow. Each afternoon after the story is complete and his hide severely singed we meet for happy hour. Roger stocks the most delightful red wines from the Hunter Valley In Australia, how he has them is beyond me but I can never say no to a glass or three.
Added to that he cooks like an master chef and the meals we have shared have each one exceeded the other…..what he can do with a leg of pork you have to taste to believe.
But I can’t and won’t see myself stuck in here forever.
Please alert the necessary authorities and I implore you to rescue me as soon as possible.
Yours sincerely
Mwfnjefjac
The signature was blurred, probably a drop of seawater leaked in onto his signature.
So friends I am open to suggestions as to how to rescue this man from the clutches of the Tale Weavers…. I am careful not to name them for, as you know, ONE DARES NOT SAY THEIR NAMES!!!!
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/01/28/tale-weaver-50-sending-out-an-sos-2/
Morpethroad 
In my opinion you have no alternative but to write, write, write – create, create, create. 🙂
Yes I guess so….thanks for reading and your comment.
Those tale weaver folks are dangerous and very, very, very paranoid and suspicious. Rescuing your friend will indeed be a tricky endeavor. Let me mull this over with some Hunter Valley white wine, and get back to you. You very clever, funny (as in humorous) man! Your mind is fertile ground! Have you ever thought of writing prompts? 😉
You think I have some future in that?
After several glasses of said wine I’ll expect some concrete suggestions.
Quite frankly, I find this letter-in-a-bottle highly suspect. A wolf named Roger sharing a leg of pork? Call me cynical, but I live in an area highly populated with wolves, and I know you can’t trust them. At night their inviting calls ring out to the neighborhood cats and dogs, “Come play! Come play!” I say, rescue at your own risk. It may be the wolf or an axe-murderer luring you into…a special dinner?
Sometimes it a matter of context isn’t it, I don’t have wolves in my neighbourhood so I may be overly sympathetic to them and of course I love irony……hence a reference to his cooking skills….loved your comment Mandy….thanks for weighing in with a solution……lol…😀😀
I don’t want to sound unsympathetic to the plight of the wolf, Michael, but you have to watch your back with those rascals! 🙂
Yes come to think of it he did look rather suspiciously sideways a few times and took particular interest in my rump…
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This was one creative way of putting a smile on my face. I have always wanted to pick a bottle with a message in it…which means I was really hoping this was a true tale. Just for that, I want to be on the Tale Weavers side for this…but I’m ok with giving you a hint on a way to get out of there. Use the Wolf! He knows the way out…somehow. 🙂
Hi Deb, thanks for the advice, you may be right about that exit strategy. Thanks for stopping by….
😀 Another delightful romp and wonderfully creative twist on the prompt Michael!
I loved the play – it truly suits … and yes, there are some clever elements so endearing …. dinner with the wolf sharing wine and pork? Brilliant!
Thank you Pat.
It was a fun prompt to play with.
Hope you doing well today.
thanks Michael – I’m a bit under the up and down weather – off to have a soak – and I hope you’re day is wonderful – as well as the weekend 🙂
Life is good here Pat, enjoy the soak…don’t fall asleep…
Slap Tale Weavers with a fine, serve the wolf some wine, give the pigs a running start, but whatever you do, don’t…. laugh.
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A hilarious, clever tale… oh those blasted Tale Weavers!
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A PERFECT fairy tale on its own! VERY well done! 😀 Love that Roger. LOL
Thank you so much, appreciate you stopping by.