Suddenly, there was a scream in the African night.
Leo lifted his head and shook out his mane. “Honey, the kids are watching that movie again.”
Lea sighed. “Yeah.” (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 They…. and Little Plow and Komatsu. 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….
Leo whispered, “Baby, they’ll be watching that for at least an hour, do you suppose….?”
Lea rrrowled in delight and snuggled closer. The two were just settling in when the voices of a singing meerkat and boar shattered the mood. Leo rose and stalked into the night.
“Honey, come back,” Lea purred.
“Not until I tell them to use their headphones,” Leo grumbled.
“But dad!” Lenny meowed. “We only have two sets of headphones and Betty and Bobby want to watch too.”
The two cape buffalo calves waved. “Hi Mr. Leo.”
“We brought puffed grass,” Bobby said, holding up a box of treats.
“Mom said we have to come home when the moon comes out,” Betty added.
Leo nodded. He wanted to smile but his smile tended to scare the other animals. Except for Connor the crocodile, who just grinned back. And scared Leo.
“Well, keep the sound down,” Leo said. “Your mom and I need to get some sleep so we can chase Betty and Bobby’s parents tomorrow.”
“About that,” Betty said. “Mom told me to tell you she has to cancel tomorrow’s chase. She has an appointment with her horndresser.”
“I see,” Leo said. “I guess we’ll chase your dad then.”
“Dad has to cancel too,” Bobby said. “Uncle Bill is running for herd leader. Dad’s gonna be passing out hoofbills.”
Leo sighed. “Okay. But your mom and I still need to sleep.”
“You know,” he said when he returned to Lea, “life on the savanna used to be a lot simpler. At least it was when my grandfather was a cub.”
Lea plucked her iPawd headphones from her ears. “What, dear?”
Leo shook his head. “Never mind. Now where were we?”