“But honey, we’re going to be famous!” Artair said during the commercial break.

“Famous for our missing front steps,” Barra 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 Future Aliens and Camera-Shy Minnie. 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: If you’re unfamiliar with curling, here’s an introduction that includes the sport’s actual history. As the exact origin is lost in antiquity, we fill in the gaps….


Donnan held up five fingers. “We’re back in four, three, two….”

Conall turned from the director to the camera. “Allo again and welcome back to Medieval Scotland Live. I’m your host, Conall MacConall and we’re here at Loch Tenthend with Artair and Barra MacFusseigh. Barra, we’ve heard you encouraged Artair to invent his new sport of curling.”

Barra nodded. “You might say that. I encouraged him to get out of the house this winter and find a hobby.”

“Her exact words,” Artair said, “were ‘Why don’t you go look for Nessie?’ But it’s a good week’s walk to Loch Ness –”

“That was the point,” Barra interjected.

“– and I wanted to stay closer to home,” Artair concluded.

“I see,” Conall said with an oh-so-sincere nod. “And since you live on the shore of Loch Tenthend….”

Conall nodded and Artair took the cue.

“The golf course was buried in snow,” Artair said, “so my neighbor Niall and I went out to the lake. One thing led to another –”

“He means one Scotch led to another,” Barra said.

Conall rolled his eyes, but Artair continued without missing a beat.

“– and soon we were trying to see who could slide a rock closest to a target on the ice. And another thing led to another –”

“He means they were pretty much in the tank,” Barra said.

“– and we’d made up curling,” Artair concluded.

Barra crossed her arms. “And there went our front steps.”

“Dear, we needed rocks that were all the same size,” Artair replied.

Barra gave him a sidelong glance. “On the plus side, I don’t have to sweep the snow off the front steps, which is convenient because he also took my brooms.”

“Sweeping is an important part of our new sport,” Artair said to Conall.

Conall turned to the camera and gave another oh-so-sincere smile. “We’ll take another quick break and return for the rest of this fascinating story.”


Have fun!