UBC Day 19 - Black Sheep of the Family


I don’t like being the one to let the cat out of the bag but I am your big sister and I watch out for you. A little bird told me how you’ve been seen with that awful man again. 

I hate to be a fly in the ointment but I did tell you he was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Like a moth to the flame, you went ahead and got involved with him anyhow. You thought he was the bees knees even when I told you that you that a leopard can’t change its spots.

Stop that grinning like a Cheshire cat. Don’t you realize what a kettle of fish this is? You really opened a can of worms this time.

Didn’t Mom ever tell you about the birds and the bees? Now it’s too late. The poor baby. I feel sorry for it and it’s not even born yet.

Don’t you have anything to say for your actions? You should get off your high horse. You think you’re the cat’s whiskers just because you’re the youngest daughter. Mom and Dad always spoiled you. The truth is that you’re no better than the rest of us.

Oh, stop it with the crocodile tears. I don’t believe them for a moment.

Has the cat got your tongue? Oh well, there’s no use flogging a dead horse. I give up. I don’t give a hoot. Birds of a feather flock together. You’re as bad as he is. You always were the black sheep of the family.


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  1. Reema D'souzaJuly 19, 2014 at 5:48 AM

    Beautifully described! I liked the way you used those idioms. Lovely!

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    1. UnknownJuly 21, 2014 at 4:52 AM

      Thanks, Reema. I had fun fooling around with them.

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  2. Debbie D. July 19, 2014 at 6:38 AM

    A story told completely with clichés. You're so clever, Cathy! Well done. ☺

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    1. UnknownJuly 21, 2014 at 4:53 AM

      Thanks, Debbie. I had fun with all those nutty expressions. I'm sure a non English speaker must wonder about some of them, eh?

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  3. AnonymousJuly 19, 2014 at 7:46 AM

    I guess you'll have to let sleeping dogs lie..... eh?

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    1. UnknownJuly 21, 2014 at 4:53 AM

      Are you barking up the wrong tree again, Rumpy? ;)

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  4. VinodiniJuly 19, 2014 at 7:54 AM

    Oh I feel sorry for the victim here! Very well-crafted :)

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    1. UnknownJuly 21, 2014 at 4:54 AM

      Thanks, Vinodini. Her sister was quite mean but she was foolish.

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  5. UnknownJuly 19, 2014 at 9:23 AM

    A story,very well written. Liked reading it.

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  6. AnonymousJuly 19, 2014 at 10:07 AM

    A whole story with only idioms! How brilliant are you! :)

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    1. UnknownJuly 21, 2014 at 4:54 AM

      Thanks fob! Kind of you! How silly of me is more like it. Heheh! I had fun with it as I'm sure you can tell.

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  7. AditiJuly 19, 2014 at 1:24 PM

    Wow so many idioms in one story! Such clever and interesting choice of words Cathy!

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  8. Michelle LiewJuly 19, 2014 at 8:06 PM

    I love the first person approach here. It makes the write speak out to others!

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  9. SuzyJuly 19, 2014 at 8:27 PM

    Love how you told the whole story with idioms. Very nicely done Cat.

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    1. UnknownJuly 21, 2014 at 4:56 AM

      Thanks, Suzy. I had fun with it as you can tell.

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  10. UnknownJuly 21, 2014 at 9:49 AM

    Oh, that was fun to read - and I felt I could hear their voices ... very lively, Cathy:-) Enjoyed that:-)

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  11. Swathi ShenoyJuly 22, 2014 at 12:08 AM

    I feel sorry for the poor black sheep! Lovely write up cathy :)

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