Well, this week’s prompt pic certainly made me smile – thanks Rochelle!
There are the 100 words my head supplied:
In my dream I was a modern Dolittle. Doctor, not Eliza. I understood what the cat was saying, the dog, the tortoise. Outside, my ears opened to birds, squirrels, bees…a garden, a world, of never heard conversations.
I reached the garden gate where a flock of sheep were passing, each one bleating a single breathless phrase: “Follow me!” “Follow me!”
“Where are you all going?” I asked. “Dunno,” said one. “That way,” said a second. “Following,” said a third.
When I woke I had the website idea – users following each other, speaking in short phrases. I would call them… Bleats!