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 Suburbityville Horror and The Cat Book. 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….

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Note: Today’s characters originally appeared in Edgar and the Lake Monster and Secret Valentine.

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“Are you hiding again?” Minnie asked, popping up out of the hole in the ice.

“Kind of,” Edgar said.

He was sitting in his ice shanty, short pole in one hand, TV remote in the other. The sound on the television – a documentary about undiscovered creatures in the wild – would have disturbed the peaceful silence on Lake Madeline, had there been any peaceful silence. Instead the sound on the television merely drowned out the rattle of his cell phone on the shelf.

“Gotta give that girl points for persistence,” Minnie said.

That girl, of course, was Edgar’s girlfriend Carla. Who was, of course, upset again. Edgar didn’t know what he’d done this time. Carla had liked the mini-drill he gave her for Valentine’s Day, insisting it was perfect for filing and polishing her claws. Okay, Carla called them her nails.

Ironically, Minnie did have claws, as even baby lake monsters must. But Minnie’s claws were nails, while Carla’s nails were claws. To know each was to understand why.

Of course there’s no proof such animals even exist,” someone smugly announced on the TV.

“Many fish say the same thing about humans,” Minnie noted, sitting up to her full twelve-inch height. “Just sayin’.”

“I didn’t know there were many fish,” Edgar said. “I haven’t had even a nibble. How’s Marcus?”

Marcus was a monster from Lake Finatee, a few miles downstream. In return for Minnie’s help in choosing Carla’s Valentine gift, Edgar had written a poem for her to send to Marcus.

Minnie sighed. “He’s infatuated with a cheerleader named Maude. Literally. She has more blubber in all the right places. Mom says there are lots more fish in the sea.”

“Oh really?” Edgar asked, looking at his pole. “Where are they?

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