Herb’s Blog, Herbdate 22362 – 826:
Here’s the haps:
On our tribal group text, we have a person who posts that day’s national holidays (most of which are real although some are made up by the calendar company so they can sell more calendars), this day in history, birthdays, and a recipe. One of today’s was National Tell A Story Day. I said:
Herb: Someone add a sentence to this story until we’re done. If you want to play:
Once upon a time in a faraway land called Colorado, there lived a beautiful princess.
It kind of escalated and took over the whole thread for the day. Oh yes, there are some plot holes and discrepancies but we were just having fun and not out to win a Pulitzer this time around. The conversation went from 7:30 AM to 7:30 PM. The only editing I did was some very minor spelling/grammar errors. Ben made the title graphic and I don’t know where some of the other graphics are from. And so, please allow me to present:
Much Ado About A Dragon
Someone add a sentence to this story until we’re done. If you want to play:
Once upon a time in a faraway land called Colorado, there lived a beautiful princess.
She was the fairest in the land, but she had one flaw.
The dragon she had once slept next to now blew fire at her daily. (Those are conflicting story lines)
They’ll tie in when we get to the Space Hippies.
But she was to blame for the flame, because she fed him too much, causing indigestion.
Meanwhile, in a nearby town, there was resentment.
They told her, “Your dragon keeps burning down our houses! Quit draggin’ him down here.”
She asked them where they wanted her to go instead?
The town’s people gathered together in a town meeting. What shall they do to this horrible dragon with such a beautiful owner?
“I think they belong in Manitou,” said one.
“No, no send them to Boulder,” said another.
“Feed him some sodium bicarbonate to make his flames go out or at least down,” said another.
“Would that work for a dragon?” wondered a pharmacist.
“There’s no answer on the Google!” Gasped someone dramatically.
“Google doesn’t know about the existence of dragons, you have to go to the library,” replied someone else.
“Library‽ What’s that‽”
“You know the first building that got burned down by the dragon flames? I think that was the library!” Someone shouted.
“Surely the books about dragons were fireproof?”
“Surely. I didnt think about that.”
“What good would a book about dragons be that wasn’t fireproof‽ Let’s go sift some rubble.”
“Yay! The Tulips are blooming!” (Sorry, it does not fit into your story or maybe it does. 😂)
“Pretty.”
“The tulips are dragon proof! Maybe we can feed them to him!”
“Yay!”
“Thanks!! 😀”
“Yes, maybe we can!”
“Why not feed the dragon to the tulips instead?”
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“The princess would be wildly unhappy if we did that, she might decide to ask her father to destroy us!” exclaimed the mayor.
“Princess Shmincess! Besides, her father is still traveling with the Space Hippies.”
“Ummm…” A timorous voice spoke up, “Er, well, has anyone tried talking to the princess? I mean, I know it’s crazy…”
“Somebody already did. They suggested that she move to Boulder or Manitou.”
“I don’t think anyone said that to her face, though.”
“Let’s quit messing around. Either feed the dragon to the tulips or go tip-toeing through them.”
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“I’ll tiptoe through the tulips and sneak up on the Princess. Maybe I can ask her to stop feeding the dragon so much.”
‘Don’t forget to take the enchanting ukulele.”
“Where did they put that ukulele at? I cannot find it.”
“In the bushes.”
“Watch out for the poisonous snakes.”
“And the tornado.”
“The carnivorous tulips might eat your toes if you tiptoe through them.”
After the tornado came through, lo an behold there was the…
Enchanted self-singing-and-playing sleepy-time ukulele… Playing, “Go to sleep, go to sleep.”
The tornado 🌪️ came spinning towards the gathered townspeople, frightening the socks 🧦 off them, exposing their toes when all of a sudden…
The tulips started biting toes off.
And the dragon started to snore and every time he snored…
It rained French toast and eggs and when it rained French toast and eggs…
It drizzled maple syrup.
One of the smartest of them said, “Hey! This could really be a tourist attraction! If we play our cards right…”
“We will need to take shifts singing and playing the ukulele.”
“But think of all the French toast and eggs with maple syrup drizzle!”
“The Princess has decided to rule over this tourist attraction. She feels that French toast with maple syrup drizzle is much preferred to a dragon with indigestion. Now how are we catching all of this deliciousness?”
The townspeople started working but as night fell…
One of the townspeople spoke up and said, “Wait a minute! I thought the ukulele was enchanted and played itself!”
Just then the space hippies and the Princess’ father came back.
The space hippies had stopped off in Manitou before coming home and so they had some really voracious munchies.
And they played Pac-Man in Nickel City.
Sorrowful, the man belched in anguish. His enchanting ukulele was missing from his nightstand. He wondered where it went.
His ties with the space hippies might come in handy to find it.
His daughter, who had run off with a dragon of all things was causing him a lot of drama in town.
He walked into the arcade and scratched his head. Why was everyone calling his daughter Princess and why was she out so late with, of all things, the space hippies‽ And what were the townspeople doing with her iguana 🦎‽
“Oh my! What am interesting arcade!”
He started to play Pac-man then he heard a loud scream…
The iguana was eating a space hippies’ essential oil satchel, leather, glass, corks and all.
This was no ordinary iguana!
The man stepped up to apologize for everything but the space hippie started beating him with the satchel.
Dad, who had seen enough, approached the space hippies and asked, “Have you seen an enchanting ukulele around here?” He looked sternly at his daughter, raising an eyebrow.
“I think we just saw the iguana eat it,” said one hippie spaceman.
“Oh my! The dragon is flashing neon colors and breathing argan oil flares!”
“Oyster crackers will cure it,” said a local.
“Yay! Here comes the enchanting ukelele to play the song of stomach woes.”
“Neatsfoot oil,” said another.
Then a tiny leprechaun appeared. He had alkaline seltzer water and gave it to the neon fire blowing dragon.
Flames and fire extinguished, they cheered the tiny leprechaun.
“Hello, and welcome to the Blarney Stone, where pac man and space hippies unite with princesses and dragons,” Exclaimed the Leprechaun.
And they all lived happily ever after, except the daughter who was grounded for 2 weeks.
Comments
27 responses to “Blogging A – Z Challenge 2021: W Is For Writing A Story Together”
Nice!
I had a lot of fun.
Wow!
It wasa lot of fun.
“Don’t let them fool ya, I was grounded for 2 years” said Sparkles P. Weeder.
Hahahaha!
Yeah the p stands for Princess lol
Yes, nice!
Thank you.
You’re welcome!
What a lovely Thiel Tribe Tale. LOL. And beautiful figure of leprechaun and dragon too. Great story about an iguana. I heard a story about an iguana in Florida–a true story–that a drunk man pub his iguana on the driver seat and two front paws on the wheel while himself sleeping on the passenger seat. The car slides slowly on the road. I wish I can see that picture. LOL. It’s stopped by the police and the story get into the evening news. So iguana does give people all kinds of imaginations including puking flames and driving cars.
Thank you. lol. Yes an iguana driving down the road would be something to see for sure.
I love it! We use to play something similar on roadtrips when I was a kid
It was a lot of fun.
Hurm I would’ve been happier if someone hadn’t derailed it from the tourist attraction. But the ending was still good!
lol. Thank you.
I have tried this sort of group-write for a story in my classes. Sometimes it works brilliantly.
It’s really fun when all the participants are willing.
Do you know what the the space hippy said when he looked out the window of his space ship? “I’m so high.”
Faaaarrr out, man!
Dang I wanted some of that french toaste
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Laogh now, You can be crabby anytime
I am so dreadfully sorry. I most humbly and obsequiously apologize.
Nice words but it doesn’t get me any maple syrup drizzle
Oh, excuse me, I have to go. W also stands for, “Waffles Are Burning.”
Krap
Loved it. But your participants all appear too young to have thought of a St. George and the Dragonet reference from the old Stan Freberg record.
I love Stan Freberg and St George and the Dragonet is great. My kids most likely have heard it more than once. But it’s been a while.