“Whatcha doin’, hon?” Tom asked.
“Eating bread crumbs,” Tonya replied. “I figured I might as well stuff myself.” (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 Did You Hear That? and Holiday Straws. 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….
Tom’s waddle wiggled as he shook his head. “Sweetie, we’re way out here in the woods. We’re not going to end up on someone’s Thanksgiving table.”
Tonya looked up. “That’s what Terrie said last year. Notice she’s not here to say it again this year.”
Ted sighed and fluffed his feathers. “Gee, thanks for reminding me of that.”
“The point is,” Tom said, “we moved further into the woods this year. And I haven’t heard any hunters.”
“We wouldn’t hear them,” Tonya said, “not with you talking all the time.”
Ted peeked over his left wing, and then his right. “No, Tom’s right. I think we’re safe out here.”
“Then where,” Tonya asked, “did these bread crumbs come from?”