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When the wise old witch said, she would teach him a lesson she wasn’t kidding. Charles Fortesque-Smyth was an abuser, a user and a refuser.
He quickly discovered being grasshopper was no fun at all. Especially when he was placed in an aquarium with the most ghastly purple stones. “I’m a grasshopper,” he thought, “not a Rockhopper.”
Starvation was staring him in the face, and he knew he had a face that most likely deserved to be starved.
To make it worse, his skin had gone a pasty green and threatened to go more pastel that he would have liked. Through the glass, he saw his family tucking into their Sunday lunch just as the eldest showered him with a weed he’d pulled from the garden.
The weed was sinewy, tasteless and of no nutritional value. He wondered if he jumped he could escape his glass prison.
He leapt high, and on his descent, he saw the cat below, jaws agape.
“Oh no,” he uttered.
The family saw only the cat licking its lips.
Written for: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/11/27/fffaw-challenge-week-of-november-28-2017/
Morpethroad 
LOL “Ooops!”
😂
Happy cat, not so much for the grasshopper!
Yes not a good end was it
Hahahaha! What a great story! I think he got what he deserved. Hahaha!
Thanks Joy, hope you are doing ok today?
I am Michael and I hope you are doing well too!
All good down here Joy…
Are you enjoying nice weather?
Every day is a good day Joy….though I don’t look forward to real hot days…
I understand what you mean. Right now we are going into winter and I don’t look forward to the real cold days. 🙂
Ah, Grasshopper! Yum yum. 🙂
That’s what the cat thought Di…
That worked out pretty much perfectly – for the witch and the the cat.
Yes only one loser you might say…thanks for stopping by Iain.
A grasshopper with three names, Charles Fortesque-Smyth. Good story.
Don’t they all have three names? Must be a quaint custom we have…lol
Kittie treats by any other name still are treats. Nice retribution angle.
Thanks Mark for stopping by.