Midday Matinee is our people watching, people doing and people being feature. Join the Woodland Creatures for an afternoon break.
Welcome back to Tuesday’s Tale, a weekly feature where we collaborate to write a story. Previous Tuesday’s Tales include The iHazHouse and Secret Valentine. 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….
“What’s that monstrosity ?” Kevin asked as Donald swept a light dusting of snow off his driveway.
“It’s the float I’m driving in the Mow de Grass parade today,” Donald replied patiently. “A John Deere with a bead-throwing attachment.”
“It’s Mardi Gras,” Kevin said. “A French word meaning ‘Fat Tuesday,’ a traditional feast before Ash Wednesday.”
Kevin was new to town, having moved there that summer to take a job in the drumstick plant. Donald had an idea where Kevin stored his drumsticks, but he kept that opinion to himself.
“In North Flatburg, it’s Mow de Grass,” Donald explained. “It means springtime is coming and we’ll soon be able to work in our yards. That’s why the floats are lawnmowers. Tomorrow is Ass Wednesday, a day to sit around and relax.”
“Ash Wednesday is forty days before Easter,” Kevin insisted.
“And Ass Wednesday is twenty days after Groundhog Day,” Donald replied. “Because he saw his shadow. If he doesn’t, Mow de Grass comes later.”
“Oh hi, Kevin!” Eileen said as she stepped outside. “Are you coming to the Mow de Grass parade? And remember, Lint starts tomorrow!”
“It’s Lent,” Kevin said. “From the Old English lencten, meaning springtime.”
“I used Old English for years,” Eileen said. “But I didn’t like the polish build-up. I switched to Swiffers last year.”
“You’re not believers, are you?” Kevin asked.
“I wasn’t,” Donald admitted, “but Eileen convinced me. Those Swiffers work great. Much better than cloth rags.”
“I remember when everyone used cloth rags,” Eileen said. “That’s why the spring cleaning days are called Lint.”
“Umm, not really,” Kevin said.
“What should I wear to the parade?” Eileen asked Donald. “The innocent white parka, the boring green parka, or the sexy red parka?”
“The red one,” Donald said. “It’s Mow de Grass, after all.”
“It really isn’t,” Kevin insisted.
“Tell you what,” Donald said. “Come to the parade. Then we can discuss it.”