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Utopian Turtletop. Monsieur Croche's Bête Noire. Contact: turtletop [at] hotmail [dot] com
Friday, September 29, 2006
"Daddoo, may I use a pen?"
* * *
My friend Jay’s parents were in town the other night and they took my family to dinner. Mary is a retired drama teacher, and she engaged Fingers Hilarity in a story-telling exercise, “Let’s tell a story. I’ll say a sentence and then you say a sentence.”
Fingers had such a good time, we played the game again last night.
“You start,” he said.
I always had to start.
“Once there was a little boy.”
“And he liked to play ball in the house.”
Every story started like that. The second one started:
“Once there was a little girl.”
“And she liked to play ball in the house.”
Number three started this way:
“Once there was a mamu and a daddoo.”
“And they liked to play ball in the house.’
And number four:
“Once there was a mouse and a guinea pig.”
“And they liked to play ball in the house.”
It was great to see Jay’s parents. People I’ve known since before I can remember. They helped a lot with Dad’s funeral.
And I have Mary to thank for inspiring these excellent stories.
* * *
My friend Jay’s parents were in town the other night and they took my family to dinner. Mary is a retired drama teacher, and she engaged Fingers Hilarity in a story-telling exercise, “Let’s tell a story. I’ll say a sentence and then you say a sentence.”
Fingers had such a good time, we played the game again last night.
“You start,” he said.
I always had to start.
“Once there was a little boy.”
“And he liked to play ball in the house.”
Every story started like that. The second one started:
“Once there was a little girl.”
“And she liked to play ball in the house.”
Number three started this way:
“Once there was a mamu and a daddoo.”
“And they liked to play ball in the house.’
And number four:
“Once there was a mouse and a guinea pig.”
“And they liked to play ball in the house.”
It was great to see Jay’s parents. People I’ve known since before I can remember. They helped a lot with Dad’s funeral.
And I have Mary to thank for inspiring these excellent stories.
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