“Nobody wants me,” Tom said with a sigh.
Tim shrugged. “I dunno. It’s not too late.”
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 Halloween…een and Familiar…er Things. 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….
“Sure it is,” Tom said. “It’s two days before Thanksgiving, I weigh 26 pounds, and I’m frozen. I’ll never thaw in time. That’s why they’re all looking at those other guys down there. The not-frozen ones.”
“I’m frozen too,” Annie said, “and I haven’t given up.”
“You’re an apple pie,” Tom said. “You’re easy to thaw. I have to sit in the fridge for … I don’t even know how long. Days.”
“Lemme check,” Tim said. “Umm, it says you can thaw in cold water at a half-hour per pound–”
Tom huffed. “Stop looking at my butt.”
“He was looking at your label,” Annie said. She winked. “I was looking at your butt.”
“–or in the microwave,” Tim continued, “at about six minutes per pound.”
“I won’t fit in a microwave,” Tom said. “I’ll be stuck here til–”
“–do not say the C-word,” Annie said with a shudder. “They’ve already started the music and it’s driving me nuts.”
“Nuts?” Nell rolled over in her can. “Did someone call me?”
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