“Please?” Carla asked. “It’s just one picture.”

“That’s what Nessie thought too,” Minnie said. (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 Buffoons and Future Aliens. 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 previously appeared in Edgar and the Lake Monster, Secret Valentine, I’z Fishing, A Minnie-ature Leak, Minnie-Winterization, A Home for Wally Gator, Minnie-ature Opera, and Minnie and the Leaf Peepers.


“You know Nessie?” Carla asked as tipped her can to her lips and found it empty.

“We’ve never met,” Minnie said, “but she and mom seamail each other. Mom said Nessie wishes she’d never let Hugh Gray take that photograph.”

Edgar handed Carla another can of diet soda. “Hugh who?”

Minnie rolled her eyes, indeed her entire head, at the end of her eight-inch neck. “Don’t humans study history?”

“Some of us do,” Edgar said. “But mostly we read about other humans.”

Minnie nodded. “I guess that makes sense. Anyway, Nessie let Hugh Gray convince her to take ‘just one picture.'”

Edgar thought Minnie’s front flippers made very effective air quotes.

“That was eighty years ago today,” Minnie continued. “Then some doctor wanted another photo and the next thing you know, people were driving boats all over the loch with sonars and stuff. Nessie finally had to move to Australia just to get some peace and quiet. Well, and those huge shrimp.”

“But I wouldn’t share the photo with anyone,” Carla said as she opened her soda. “Oh, and thank you, Edgar. I wouldn’t even print it out. I’d keep it in my phone.”

“Where the Nessa could get it?” Minnie asked. She shook her head. “Definitely not.”

Edgar cocked an eyebrow. “Nessa?”

“The people who gather up all that phone stuff,” Minnie said.

Carla giggled. “You mean the NSA?”

Minnie nodded. “That one. Isn’t it pronounced Nessa?”

“Actually,” Edgar whispered, “we never pronounce it. In case they’re listening.”

Edgar’s phone rang, not with Carla’s Ride of the Valkyries ring tone, and not even with his usual Beethoven’s Fifth ring tone. Instead it was the theme from the Twilight Zone. Which he hadn’t even downloaded.

“H-hello?” Edgar said cautiously.

“She’s right,” the voice said. “It’s Nessa.”


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