#ThursdayDoors: #TDWC — Gyatt

Posted on by Teagan Riordain Geneviene

Thursday, May 8, 2025

by Teagan via Night Cafe
by Teagan via Night Cafe

Welcome, all.  Some of you know that I enjoy slang — well not the modern-day stuff, but the slang that’s even older than me.  Lately those fun words have been on my mind a lot,  because of my nonfiction work in progress (which, as usual, I thought would be finished months ago… but that’s an old story). So, today I have a quick little ditty for the Thursday Doors Writing Challenge. It is inspired by slang.  I hope it “gets your goat.” (I couldn’t resist saying that.)

First, some other blogging business — our weekly serial, The Dance of Discord.  (For those who don’t usually visit, on March 31st my serial story with Milo Quick, Dutchess Gattone, and Chief Drummond began, and it has been taking all of my time).  At the onset, I mentioned that I probably wouldn’t be consistent with being able to post an episode each weekend. Rather, I would simply post the installments whenever they were ready.  To my surprise, I had been doing a fair job of keeping to my old weekend schedule.  However, I’ve been under the weather, and I don’t see that happening this week.  So, this is just a heads up to those who follow the serial.

Back to the point…  Today’s door was submitted by yours truly.   I made a collage/composite of a few different photos, then applied an art “filter,” and then drew/painted on top of that to create the collage I submitted for the image portion of the challenge — it’s the image near the end of the post, not this first one.

It’s the G.O.A.T.

iStock image altered
iStock image altered

“Thanks for stopping to look at this house with me, Sybol.  It’s only a little out of our way.  We’ll have plenty of time before the girls all meet at the restaurant,” Trudy told her old college friend as they stepped out of the brightly painted Southwestern style house.

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An odd sound interrupted her thoughts.  Trudy couldn’t imagine what it was.  However, the real estate agent who had showed her the house suddenly looked worried.  He darted back inside the house.  Trudy decided the noise must have been from some kind of machine, since a few workmen were on the property.

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“Why did the agent go back inside?  Oh my, now that’s goat,” Sybol murmured nonsensically when she suddenly looked to the side, or at least that was what Trudy thought her friend said.

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“Did you say goat?  Where?  I haven’t seen any animals here.”

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“Not goat. Gyatt.  GEE-yat!  But it’s GOAT too,” Sybol remarked with a grin.

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“What goat?  Or I mean what gyatt?  What are you talking about?  Really, Sybol all the teenaged slang you spout doesn’t make you look any younger.  It makes you look foolish.”

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“O.M.G., Trudy, you’re such an old lady.”

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“Yes, I know.  So are you,” Trudy reminded her friend dryly.

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“Humph... Well, at least I’m a GILF,” Sybol retorted with a snort.

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“I do know what that one means, and trust me Sybol — you are not,” to which Sybol gave a put-upon sigh.

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“That gyatt is the GOAT,” Sybol said with exaggerated patience as she pointed to opposite end of the house, where a fit young painter climbed a ladder. 

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Trudy took a quick gander at the guy, but a clattering noise distracted her.

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“Nice looking guy, but you’re still talking gibberish, Sybol.  How hard did you bump your head when you got out of the real estate agent’s car?” 

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The odd noise came again.  That time it combined with a scuffling sound.  From within the house Trudy heard the agent yell at someone.  Her friend continued to watch the painter, apparently hoping for a chance to flirt.

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Movement drew Trudy’s eye to the place where a gracefully ascending concrete wall reached near the roof.  Then the clatter came again, but sharper, louder.

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“Tsk-tsk, Trudy.  Let me translate,” Sybol stated as she motioned toward the young man while looking snidely superior and pleased with herself, as she always did whenever she created such a situation.  “His perfect little derriere — that gyatt is the G.O.A.T.  The greatest of all time.  The—  Ooff!”

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TDWC Inspiration Door Image by Teagan

The clatter crescendoed.  White fur brilliant in the sun, a baby goat bounded from the low roof, hitting Sybol squarely in the chest.  She staggered backward, the agent’s car preventing her fall.  Angry, the agent chased the little furry rascal. 

Trudy couldn’t suppress a smirk that quickly grew to a lopsided grin.

“No.  I’d say that was the goat… and the G.O.A.T.” 

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The end.

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This post is part of Dan Antion 5th Annual Thursday Doors Writing Challenge (TDWC). Click the blue link for more information about the challenge and how to showcase your stories.)  Fortunately for me, Dan’s rules for the writing challenge are wonderfully flexible and include any sort of creativity. 

 

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49 thoughts on “#ThursdayDoors: #TDWC — Gyatt”

    1. Thanks, Teri. It’s such a happy, carefree looking image.

      Thanks for the good wishes. I was finally a lot better, but there’s another dust storm raging right now. They even closed the highway into town because of it. We’ve never had so many… Anyhow, have a good rest of the week. Hugs.

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  2. The exchange between the two not-so-young friends is accurate — there’s always one more “with it” than the other! The incorporation of slang to the storyline is fun.

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  3. Funny story. I knew GOAT, but not GYATT. And I think baby goats are adorable–though maybe not in that situation!

    Old court records sometimes have fun slang in depositions. I found one that got passed around the archives about “Old Freddy” “shagging” a neighbor’s wife. 😉

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      1. Liz, I confess that I absolutely hate acronyms and the apparently spontaneous abbreviations people are so fond of today. They can mean a hundred different things. I sometimes wonder whether people are so egotistical that they expect their minds to be read, or if they actually do not want to be understood. LOL. Sorry for the rant. 😀

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    1. I’m happy that you got a kick out of it, Robbie.
      Thanks for the good wishes. It’s just a trifecta of non-critical health things creating a vicious circle. I feel like crap, but I’m getting a handle on it. (Is that a saying in South Africa? I mean, beginning to manage it). I know you have a ton of things going on. I hope you’re well. Hugs.

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  17. Fabulous! I do like little goats (I’m not sure I’d be a match for a big goat these days) and the story is so funny! I look forward to both, the non-fiction book (I do love slang, although I don’t know much about what was used in different periods) and to the next installment of the serial, although your health is the first, Teagan, so take it as easy as you can. No worry about the time it might take. We’ll be happy and enjoy when it’s ready. Love and big hugs to you, and of course, a nice rub for the Scoobies (if they want a rub. I know they are the bosses).

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    1. Hi, Olga. Thank for your kind encouragement about the serial.
      I’m delighted to give you a chuckle.
      A past coworker had a large property (horses) and got a baby goat. He was a tall strong man, but the goat soon became so big that he couldn’t pick it up or “rough house” play with it anymore. He said it weighed more than 200 lbs.
      Anyhow, hugs back from the Scoobies and me.

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  18. Lol great little story … I hope the ladies didn’t need a trip to A&E… perhaps the fit painter helped them out.

    The slang was above my head being from the UK but I shall look it up 💜💞💞

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