“Oh no!” Cue said. “I’m going behind the 8-ball!”

“Everyone says that like it’s bad,” Eight muttered. “And I don’t even have a behind.” (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 Goat Files and Chef Blech. 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….

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“Sure you do,” Four said, “and Cue’s looking at it.”

“Actually, you are, Four,” Eleven replied.

“But how can I have a behind?” Eight asked. “I’m a ball!”

Twelve giggled. “What my red-striped friend means is that Cue can’t get to Four because you’re in the way.”

“I prefer red-and-white,” Eleven said. “Red-striped sounds like I got spanked.”

“True,” Twelve said, “and I barely kissed you.”

Chalk shuddered. “Eww. Too. Much. Information.”

“Speaking of,” Felt said with a cough, “Too. Much. Chalk.”

“Don’t blame me,” Chalk said. “Stick goes in my hollow and twists and turns and….”

“Too! Much! Information!” all fifteen balls cried in unison.

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