“But it combines the best elements of skeet shooting, platform diving, and the discus throw!” Gary said.
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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 Crocosaur vs. Astrodons and A New Cat Food. 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….
Jill gave her brother a dubious look. “I don’t know. It sounds kind of … dangerous.”
“All sports are dangerous,” Gary insisted. “You think doing flips on that balance beam isn’t dangerous?”
“Well sure,” Jill said. “But a diver hurling a clay pigeon in the middle of an inward three-and-a-half with two twists while a guy with a shotgun takes aim….”
“Exactly,” Gary said. “It’s genius! In fact, you could make the shooters row past in those kayak things.”
“So they can pull the injured divers out of the water before the sharks attack?” Jill asked, rolling her eyes.
“What’s up, kids?” Ron asked as he returned from the kitchen with a bag of chips, a jar of dip, and a can of diet soda.
“Gary’s inventing a new Olympic sport,” Jill said. “Platform divers throw clay pigeons into the air in the middle of their dives. Skeet shooters blast the targets from kayaks, then row over to pull out the divers before the sharks eat them.”
“The sharks were her idea,” Gary said. “But I like it.”
“You need to look up ‘sarcasm’ in a dictionary,” Jill said.
Ron pursed his lips as if pondering the notion. “Where do we fit in the dancing horses?”