I was nominated by Sandmanjazz to participate in this challenge. The rules of this challenge are: 1) write something in response to the photo you are given, and 2) pick a picture of your own and nominate three people.

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Is she serious? I thought, annoyed and frustrated that no one was noticing the lady feeding the animals. Doesn’t anyone see the sign that read, “Do NOT feed the animals!”? Is anyone gonna do anything?
Why don’t you do something? Another voice said in my head. Why don’t you report to the authorities? Why don’t you put a stop to these rule-breakers? Why don’t you…
“Oh shut up!” I muttered, made a face, and rolled my eyes. Maybe that voice does have a point. I should do something.
A few minutes later, I arrived at the security booth and knocked. The security guard gave me a look of annoyance, as if my knocking disturbed the reading of his magazine. He opened a slit of the window, “Yes?”
“Um, there’s a lady feeding the animals.” I spoke with an air of uncertainty. Maybe I should’ve spoke more authoritatively, I would later chide at myself.
“Thanks for reporting, lady. I’ll take care of it. Now, if you’ll just run along.” The guard shut the window, shook his head, rolled his eyes like I wasn’t there, and returned to his magazine.
Sighing, I thought I guess I just don’t have the look to be taken seriously.
Now my three nominees:
Barbara from teleportingweena
Emily from Zombie Flamingos
Elsie from Rambling of a Writer
How funny that I also nominated you for this Challenge. I do hope you’ll participate.
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You and Sandman issued the challenge at almost the same time but I chose to do his first since this story came to my mind first. I will absolutely participate for your image as well, just have to think of a story. 😀
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I don’t usually leave links, but this from the local college: snceagleseye.com/4641/news/black-bears-romp-sierra-nevada-college/
Feeding the animals around here is a serious faux pas, but some people just don’t get it. I remember once trying to tell some visitors that they might not want to feed the Steller’s Jays that were landing on their vacation-rental’s deck rails, and being met with a, “Mind your own business.” They weren’t able to go outside for the remainder of their stay. ヽ(゚Д゚)ノ
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I think it’s a faux pas in general and I do find it annoying when people do this. When you feed animals, wild or not, it create an image in their minds that random strangers are going to feed them.
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Thanks so much for the nomination, Yinglan!
Is there supposed to be another picture/image? I’m not seeing one.
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Thank you for notifying me. I didn’t even realize the image wasn’t showing in the reader and it was only showing on my site. The image should be showing now. Looking forward to reading your take on the challenge. 🙂
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Thanks, I do see it now! I’ll think of something to write soon. 🙂
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Thanks for the nomination, I appreciate it. I’m asking the same question as ghostmmnc, as there is no image.
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I didn’t realize the image wasn’t showing. Oops! The image should be showing now. You can click on it to see the image in full resolution. Looking forward to reading your take on the image. 🙂
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It’s always fun to see what kind of story comes about from just seeing an image. I like your take on the photo. I’d not feed the animals if it wasn’t allowed, but I’d sure want to.
Here’s the link to my story about the photo you provided. Thanks again!
https://wp.me/p3RE1e-6JX
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Thank you. I don’t feel wild animals period because I don’t want them to become dependent on eating strangers’ food. I want them to stay wild, just the way they are.
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