Since it was my picture, you know, I just couldn’t resist…
Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about. This week’s photo is:
PHOTO PROMPT © Randy Mazie
Annie Goatley, A Goat’s Tale
Welcome to Col. Cody’s Wild West Cemetery.
The grave you’re seeing is Frank Butler’s, who romanced the greatest female sharpshooter, Annie Oakley, while they toured the world with Wild Bill.
This is a remarkable site, especially seeing Annie’s goat hanging around.
They say at night, you can still hear Frank Butler, crooning “Annie Get Your Goat!”
To which, I’m told, Annie sings back, “You Can’t Get a Man with a Goat.”
I tell you in this tour business, “There’s No Business like Goat Business.”
Moving on to the left, we’ll see Calamity Jane’s grave, which unfortunately is quite a catastrophe…
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
Dear Randy,
So nice to see your little guy pushing the big pencil in the Hollywood Squares. Now I keep hearing Ethel Merman singing, “There’s no business…” Oy. With all those goats in the cemetery it must be a hopping place. You got my goat with this one. 😀
Shalom and Happy New Year,
Rochelle
Always nice to get your Goat.
I loved Ethel Merman – all of her.
Happy happy
Randy
Ha ha ha!! Very cute!
Me or the story?
😉 Randy
Uhm… both?? He he! 🤩
Good answer!
Goat oo
Goat ee
Very sweet!
Thank you… and what did you think of the story?
Randy LOL
Goatally entertaining story.
My heart bleats faster from comments like that…
Randy
LOL…that was great Randy. Glad to read you here again.
I am here, aren’t I?
Thanks for your response.
Randy
goatta have to admire your play with words. outstanding job. 🙂
Thanks. Glad you goatta to admire it. I worried that I rammed too much into it.
Randy
I can’t help thinking Colonel Cody is telling some tall tales 🙂
Not really, they are goat’s tales.
What a bleatin’ funny tale!
Where do I sign up for the tour? 😉
To sign up for the tour, just go to the head of the flock. Buck your way through and hand over your doe… nyuk, nyuk, nyuk.
I don’t have the dough to get a doe… can I still join?
😉
Can you sing?
Yep!
You’re in! Haha.
No need to ram your way through now.
Just mention me, the old goat, and hit the high notes, so to speak, and you’ll be fine.
Nice overdose of humor. Having seen some pictures of the men in those days, most of whom wear beards, I can only assume that they’re goatees?
oh, really – you goat tease?
Not a good idea.
That could start lots of trouble.