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Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include The Constant Variety…. and The iHazHouse. We follow the basic rules of the “Yes, And” improvisational game – accept everything written so far as part of the story, and add your own paragraph (or so) where the last addition left off – except you needn’t begin your addition with “Yes, and.” I’ll start the story….


Note: Today’s characters debuted in November, in Edgar and the Monster.


“Whatcha doin?” Minnie asked. “Lemme guess. It’s that Carla girl again.”

Edgar nodded. He was sitting on a log at the edge of Lake Madeline. The lake was frozen solid, save for a small hole that Minnie had pawed out. Or perhaps the hole was the work of Minnie’s mother, Maddie, for whom the lake was named. Minnie and Maddie were lake monsters, relatives of Scotland’s famous Nessie. Except much, much smaller. Well, Minnie was much smaller, at only twelve inches in length. Maddie was rumored to be huge, but Edgar had never seen her. He and Minnie had become friends several months ago, when she rescued his cell phone from the ice.

At that moment, a noise erupted from Edgar’s pocket. It wasn’t Carla’s personal ring tone – The Ride of the Valkyries – only because Edgar had the phone set to vibrate only. So it vibrated, with a force and sound that rivaled a chain saw. He gripped the log and dug in his heels to keep from sliding off until Carla gave up, for a few moments at least.

“She keeps hinting about Valentine’s Day,” Edgar said plaintively. “But I don’t know what to get her.”

“Maybe something practical,” Minnie suggested. “Like a muzzle.”

Edgar laughed. “Actually she’s been much nicer since you told her off. Even though she doesn’t believe you exist.”

“Sounds like Marcus,” Minnie said with as heavy a sigh as a three-pound lake monster could muster.

“Who’s he?” Edgar asked.

“He lives in Lake Finatee,” Minnie said. “I want to send him a Valentine, but he’s the captain of the muckball team. The cheerleaders swim upside down whenever he goes by. But he seems nice, and….”

“You have a crush on him,” Edgar said.

Minnie nodded. “That’s what mom says too. So I want to send him a Valentine. But if he knows it’s from me he might not even read it.”

“Tell you what,” Edgar said, leaning forward. “I’ll help you write a Valentine for Marcus, and you can help me pick a present for Carla.”

Minnie smiled. “Deal. But here’s the thing. Monsters always send poems for Valentines. Really bad poems. Can you write really bad poetry?”

“Carla thinks so,” Edgar said.


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