“Whatcha doin’, Flossie?” Pastie asked.

“I’m getting shorter,” Flossie 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 Minnie Spring Fever and Spring Storm Someone. 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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“I am too,” Pastie said.

“Not really,” Brushie said to Pastie. “You’re just getting flatter. You should be getting shorter, but they don’t roll you up from the bottom.”

“And you’re getting bent,” Pastie said.

“Only on my bristles,” Brushie said. “The rest of me is as good as new.”

“The rest of you,” Flossie noted drily, “is a useless handle without those bristles.”

“And you’re just a box of string,” Brushie countered.

“Waxed string,” Flossie said. “Plus I’m cinnamon flavored.”

“And I’m spearmint,” Pastie added. She turned to Brushie. “I bet you don’t have a flavor, do you?”

“I taste like leftover you,” Brushie said.

“Shhh!” Rinsie hissed. “She’s coming!”

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