“Oof,” Emily said.
“What happened?” Fay asked.
“I tried falling off a log,” Emily replied. (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 Adventures of Carlos Danger and Almost-Super Heroes. 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….
“Was it as easy as … falling off a log?” Fay asked as she pulled out a bottle of eye drops and a patch of fleece.
“Pretty much,” Emily said, rubbing her head. “But I should have checked for rocks first. So what’s with that stuff?”
Fay smiled. “Well, I figured I’d sew the fleece on the butt of my pajamas and keep the eye drops by my sleeping bag.”
“Let me guess,” Emily said. “You want to wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed?”
Fay nodded. A screech from inside their cabin interrupted any further reply. Fay and Emily ran inside to find Grace looking anxiously under her cot.
“What’s wrong?” Fay asked.
“I can’t find Hootsie,” Grace said. “I wanted to find out if she’d be as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.”
“But we only have one rocking chair,” Emily said.
Grace shrugged. “It’s a small room.”