“Harrumph,” Harry said, rapping his gavel on the lectern.

Ben nodded and held up the minutes. “Balderdash.”

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 LifeShop and Faster Than Lite. 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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Harry took the minutes from Ben and showed them to the committee. “Poppycock?”

“Bollocks,” the members muttered in unison.

“More balderdash,” Ben said, offering Harry the agenda.

Harry read through it. “Rubbish … pigeon droppings … tinker’s dam?”

Ben nodded. “Bollocks.”

“Bollocks,” Harry said with a shrug. He looked out at the group. “Rubbish?”

Ed raised a hand and stood. “Elephant dung.”

“Steaming piles of elephant dung,” Stan suggested.

Monica tried to sneak in the door, but faces turned to her. “Moose farts,” she said apologetically.

“Harrumph,” Harry said with a nod, then turned to Ed. “Elephant dung?”

Steaming piles of elephant dung,” Stan insisted.

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Have fun!

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