“But you’ve seen our home,” Pam insisted. “And we’ve already promised not to tell anyone.”
“Besides,” Bob added, “we should at least say we spent one night trying to live in the woods like a Sasquatch.” (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 The Universal Dump Truck and The Tech Geek Cometh. 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….
“She has a point,” Sherry said to her husband Merlot as he nibbled a grilled salmon sandwich. “These two young bald apes seem trustworthy.”
“That’s not the problem,” Merlot said, looking at their daughter Brandy.
“Ahh,” Brandy said, looking at the human researchers. “I think my dad’s afraid you’ll be upset because my room is … kind of a mess.”
“A flood leaves ‘kind of a mess,'” Merlot grumbled. “Your room looks like a windstorm dropped two bears in there with one fish.”
“It’s not that bad,” Brandy replied.
Pam looked surprised. “You have rooms? I thought you’d live … outside.”
“We really should show them,” Sherry insisted.
Merlot shrugged. “Okay. But don’t say we didn’t try to warn you. And you’ll need good hiking boots.”
“Oh, we brought those,” Bob said excitedly.
“I told you!” Pam said to Bob, pointing to the teepee-like structure of trees leaning together. “Basic stick structures.”
“Huh?” Merlot asked.
“Isn’t that your house?” Bob asked.
“Umm, no,” Sherry said. “That’s two broken trees leaning on a third tree. A storm did that two winters ago.”
Merlot pointed at a huge, hollow log a hundred yards further up the hill. “That’s our house.”
Pam paused. “The three of you live in a hollow log?”
“Kind of,” Sherry said. “You need to duck your head a bit, but it’s roomier than you might expect.”
Bob looked at Pam. “Are you sure?”
“We’ve come this far,” Pam said defiantly.
“Okay then,” Merlot said as he crouched and stepped into the end of the log. “You’ll watch your feet on the first few steps. They’re kind of camouflaged.”
“Steps?” Bob asked as he began to follow Merlot.
Yet there really were steps. Lots of steps, going down into the rocky hill.
“Let me get the light,” Merlot said, flipping a switch. “We keep it off when we’re gone, to save the batteries.”