Friday Fictioneers: The Crazy Bears’ Battle

Genre: Alternative song lyrics
Word count: 100


If girls go down to the mudflats today
They’re in for a foul surprise.
If girls go down to the mudflats today
They’d better go in disguise!

The worst boy’s gang that ever existed
Will gather there for certain,
Because today’s the day the
Crazy bears fight a battle.

Wrestling time for crazy bears
The mud-slinging boys’ bears are having
A filthy time today.
Watch them catch dolls unawares,
And see them battle on their skive from school.

See them pelt the dolls with mud.
They love to taunt the girls…

Next week’s instalment: The Tomboy and Homicidal Doll’s Vengeance


Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo prompt: image copyright (c) Karuna

Author: Sarah Potter Writes

Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.

42 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: The Crazy Bears’ Battle”

  1. That is one scurvy bunch of rascals for sure. LOL Yech….I wouldn’t even want to touch them to pull them up to dry land. How many diseases are in that picture alone? 🙂 Love your sense of humor and your talent, Sarah!

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  2. Dear Sarah,

    I’d say that gang of boys had best watch out for themselves. The next installment sounds treacherous. This made me laugh. Thanks I really needed that this morning.



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    1. Dear Rochelle,

      I’m so happy to have made you laugh. You sound as if things were generally having the opposite effect upon you yesterday morning.

      It looks as though people are expecting a next installment, even though I meant that as a joke at the end of the rhyme. I put it there because carrying on with the battle would have taken me over my word count!

      All best wishes,


  3. Interesting one, here. Bears don’t have to be boys, and dolls don’t have to be girls. Tomboy that I was, still am. Barbie makes for excellent target practice. It’s amazing what a 22 slug will do to her. heheheee! evil laughter ensues. Love the story! 🙂

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    1. Hehehee, indeed 😉 I’m thinking of when my daughter cropped one of her Barbie’s hair short and used a felt tip pen for adding certain features to her body that would turn her into a Ken. Then you can only imagine what her Ken got up to with the other barbies: that is, when he wasn’t waging war against Trolls and rescuing Little Ponies!

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      1. I remember wanting a male Barbie so very much, and mom wouldn’t let me have one (she spent everything on booze and drugs). So, one night she took my one and only Barbie, chopped off the hair, then lobbed off the breasts with her pocket knife, wrapped a piece of greasy duct tape around it and called it a ken doll. Last time I even played with a doll until after I was married.


      2. That’s so sad D: It’s fine if the child has carried out the Barbie sex-change op, but quite a different matter if mom carries it out. I get so furious with people who choose to spend their money on booze and drugs, rather than on their children, and then are out of their heads most of the time, inflicting terrible mood swings, neglect, and broken promises upon their offspring. I’m so glad you survived what must have been absolute hell, got married, and made a life for yourself.

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      3. I often refer to the day mom died as “independence day”…in all fact and true, when I got in the car that afternoon, after they took her away, the first song on the radio was”Independence Day” by some country singer. It’s become one of my fave songs.

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      1. Wrote you this big reply then my bloody net crashed. It was to the affect that you have made my day. I have tried writing these stories the sort of proper way and I just can’t. So when someone says they will read my books, I kind of cringe and pray. I read a lot but find engaging is harder SO I am thrilled to see an author here I can engage with. I am busy unexpectedly rehearsing a play right now. (Not done any theatrical work for many years and this is an in at the deep end, due on in 3 weeks lead and other ensemble parts.) BUT when I finish I will be reading your books. xxxxxxxxxxxx

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      2. My net keeps crashing this week, too. In fact, it has done so ever since the election was announced, so I’m blaming it on the politicians. If in doubt, it’s always their fault D: I know what you mean about cringing when people say they’ll read one’s books. I particularly hate it if a long silence ensues post-purchase, or I see on the reports page that someone has started reading my book, having borrowed it from the kindle lending library, then they stop reading it halfway through. My latest novel is fairly controversial in some respects, which means that I daren’t risk self-publishing it. Instead, I need a traditional publisher to accept it and okay its contents. It’s great that you’re in a play. You must tell me more about it. I once threw a whole load of people in at the deep end, by writing a musical and persuading them to perform it, with me as producer. Very brave of them. In fact, they were all fantastic and enthusiastic and so committed. They still talk about it 8 years on and keep asking me if I’ll write and produce another one, but I don’t think I’ve the energy to do it again. I’ll send a FB friend request to you when I’m next signed in there, as you’ve come up in my “suggested friends” list! Must update my page there as well. Too much to do and not enough time to do it in (that’s a quote from Spot the Dog’s mum — my son just loved those books when he was little). Anyway, good luck with your play and I will be very happy if you read my books when you surface xxxxxxxxxxx

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      3. Totally agree re everything Sarah and yeah let us blame the politicians. Ah, the work involved in any producing is torture. In my younger and stupider days I once took a theatre co round Scotland. Looking back I was obvi off my nut but I never thought it at the time. However as the tecky guy who is on board for this present one also did the techie for that one, I fear I am about to reminded big time of how we even carted lighting, sound 80 costumes, etc etc all over the place….. x

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      4. My lighting and sound man disappeared a fortnight before the opening performance. However, the brother of one of the cast members stepped in at the last moment and did a grand job, for which I’m eternally grateful. There are still knights in shining armour out there. xxxxxx

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      5. LOL. I am so laughing cos our running gag throughout was months of hell.. was, Where the …you know…is Robert? He was this plastic baby doll, and the bigger of two baby dolls we needed cos we christened the smaller one every night but had a bigger doll for a later scene, Anyway I asked that question in car parks in places you would not want to know about at 4 am in the morning, places that had welcomed us in the day before, places where …ok..we were all dancing on hotel frontages at 3. 50 am. Places that had turfed Robert out onto the tarmac but we always got him into a bin bag. Places, where actually how a show was ever put on after I had rounded up half the cast from places I am still banned from to this day, was something else …..
        Actually, in some ways in terms of life…places that have never left me x

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      6. You are so hilariously funny 😀 That is some tale. I’m sure there are places I am still banned from to this day, especially my old boarding school of decades ago … especially since I used it as an inspiration behind my book about body-snatching aliens! As for plastic baby dolls, give me those any day, rather than those killer dolls in the movie “Barbarella” xxxx

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      7. Good on yah re the inspiration. We all need these places for that. And we desrve to be banned from old schools. You are right about the dolls even if once the car convoy with all the play stuff had to be halted in a layby in the middle of nowhere cos Robert’s actual owner was having a meltdown about where Robert was…like what bin bag was he in…after we had been booted out of a hotel along with our stuff. Robert was located after you don’t want to know how many bin bags were turned out in a field. No-one batted an eyelid about ‘Jemima’ the other doll. Mind you Jemima was minus an eye. Gosh. What times really x

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  4. This was a fun take for sure! I love that “Next week’s installment…” You know people will be wanting more! Too bad Rochelle has her choices lined up before hand! Then again, maybe her next prompt will work in your favour… or make it, our favour 😉

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    1. Thank you, Michael 🙂 I always liked the original, although it seems very twee and old-fashioned now, with its turns of phrase. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. A bit of old-fashioned magic is good for children.


    1. Definitely I am on their side, Andrea. My best friend at my first school, who live on a farm, had brothers like that and we spent many wondrously unruly hours together. I’m sure that my friend and I forgot we were girls at all, from time to time 🙂

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  5. This had me in stitches! There’s something inherently crazy about that song — that weird mix of malevolence and treacle — that was just begging for a talented troublemaker like you to get her mitts on it. 🙂

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    1. Thanks, Alicia 😉 Yes, I had missed you last week. I always like your stories.
      PS By the way, have you decided about guest storytelling — perhaps July 1st or August 5th? My fingers are crossed.


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