“Oww!” Savory said after Sage sneezed. “Keep it down!”
“Don’t blame me,” Sage said. “It’s Pepper’s fault.” (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 Something Wicket This Way Comes and Cau-cussing. 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….
“It wasn’t us,” Pepper Corns objected. “We haven’t been ground into flakes yet.”
“But your cousin Cayenne has,” Sage replied. “You’re not the only pepper on the rack, y’know.”
“There is me also,” Chipotle piped up proudly. “I am so excellento they named a restaurant after me.”
“Well, we’re in a song!” Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme sang, in madrigal chorus-style harmony.
“The point is,” Savory said, “you’re all too loud. I have a headache.”
“How can you have a headache?” Lemon Zest asked, well, zestily. “You have no head.”
“Don’t remind him of that, or he’ll leave,” Bay Leaves said. “Get it? Leaves?”
“He’s awfully pushy,” Chives whispered to Chili Powder, “for an herb that always gets plucked out before the dish is served.”
“And what’s wrong with that?” Cinnamon Stick asked.