“Are you sure it’s safe, Dad?” Brandy asked.

“They’ll all be busy picnicking,” Merlot insisted. (More)

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 A Day at the Beach and A Trip to the Spa. 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 appeared previously in The Sasquatch Swatch.

“Yes, mom, our research is going fine,” Pam said into her cell phone. “No, mom, I told you. I had to get a new phone. I don’t know what happened to it. I probably lost it when I was putting out our cameras. Yes, the day we got here. Yes, the day we found those hair samples.”

Pam put her hand over the phone and looked at Bob. “That salmon looks great, hon. Mom’s still convinced I called her last week. Someone grunted like an animal, then hung up.”

“Yes, he’s fine, mom,” Pam said into the phone again. “We’re going to the fireworks down by the lake tonight.”

. . .

“She said salmon, didn’t she?” Merlot asked. He had cloned Pam’s cell phone, so he and his family could keep track of the latest pair of bald apes to come looking for his kind. “I’m sure she said salmon.”

His wife Sherry shrugged. “She had her hand over her phone. Probably talking to her boyfriend.”

“I told you you shouldn’t have made that prank call,” Brandy said, winking at her dad. “Her mom doesn’t sound like the kind to give up.”

“The point is,” Merlot said, smiling even as he shook his head at their lack of focus, “she said they have salmon. And they’re going to the fireworks tonight.”

“They’ll probably eat it before they go,” Brandy said.

“Or cook it and take it with them,” Sherry added.

“It’s worth a look,” Merlot insisted.

“Are you sure it’s safe, dad?” Brandy asked. “It’s a holiday. Lots of people will be camping.”

“They’ll all be busy picnicking,” Merlot insisted. “It’s the day when they gather in public parks to set of fireworks to celebrate their freedom from the taxes that pay for public parks and fire departments.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Brandy said.

“They’re bald,” Sherry said, as if that were an explanation.


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