I don't know if this will work very well, but we'll give it a go.

First, someone thinks of a title, let's say 'Going on a canal holiday' , and a letter of the alphabet, let's say 'I'.

That person then writes a sentence where the first word begins with 'I', for example:

It was a beautiful sunny day when the barge left the dockside.

The next person's sentence would begin with 'J', eg

Jane looked out from the barge.

Then 'K' etc., until you get back to 'I' again.

Then it's time for someone to start a new story!

Might not work very well, but let's give it a go.
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First title : 'Taking Grade 1', first letter 'T'.

First sentence:

The car pulled up outside the test centre.

Unexpectedly, a sign was placed outside the test centre saying:

Car Expert

Very sorry, the doorbell's not working...

"Well," I thought to myself, "I will have to find some of heavy implement with which to bang the door..."

*Yelling* I got a hammer and bashed the door down.....

Oops I missed out X sorry!!!!

"Xylophone hammers probably aren't heavy enough, so what else could I use?"

Zimmer frames are usually useful for this type of purpose so I grabbed one from a passing pensioner to finish the job, after which I found myself in the strangest waiting room I had ever seen....

All around the walls were the weirdest paintings I had ever seen.

'Boy, they're strange paintings', I said as I got my violin out to warm it up.

"Can you imagine anyone thinking such horrible paintings would be soothing things to hang in a waiting room?"

'Don't know', I said, looking at one particularly interesting painting.

'Extremely strange how I am talking to myself isn't it' I said to myself in my head

Four other people were in the waiting room, including the steward, who was waiting for me to give her my name.

'Grade 1 violin?' the steward said.

"How long before I go in?" I asked. "Are the exams running to time?"

"I believe so" he replied "What is that thing on your face?" he asked rudely

"Just my nose!" I replied. "Is there something wrong with it?

Kneeling down in front of me he said "Please forgive me"!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Looked exactly like a lump of mouldy rosin out of the bottom of my case to me!"

"Maybe you would like to borrow my silk handkerchief?" suggested the enderly gentleman from whom I had borrowed the zimmerframe, and who had decided to stay for the fun of it.




*I've just realised that in 20 posts are hero hasn't made it into the exam room yet, and there are only 26 letters in the alphabet! Should we hurry him along, or are we allowed to over-run the 26 letters?*

The way I was thinking of it, the last sentence would begin with 'T' (ie you'd do 'T' at the beginning and end, making 27 sentences in all). Don't think it really matters if we over-run though

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'Nice of you, thanks' , I said, as I ran into the exam room, wiping my face.

Only then did I realise that perhaps running was a bad idea, as I skidded across the surface of the newly polished floor and onto the examiner's lap!

Picking myself up, I played through all my pieces, scales and sightreading, and then tried the aural.

'Quick off the mark, aren't you?' grumbled the examiner, who was still unscrewing the cap from his fountain pen.

Resolutely, I answered, "My teacher said it was important always to respond promptly!"

"Some promptness of response is commendable" he retorted. "But going too fast is never a good idea."

"Terrifically postive experience, none the less," I whittered, as I bowed out gracefully, opening the door for another story, starting with the letter, 'U'!

Second story: "Until the cows come home"

Under the giant redwood tree lived a freesian calf.

Very frequently she would stray from her mother's side to chase the butterflies that fluttered through the meadow.

When she was hungry she could eat the lush green grass, and when she was thirsty she could drink from the stream flowing through the meadow - what a good life it was!

Xena (for that was the name of the cow) was standing next to her mother by a stream one day when a beautiful red butterfly landed on her nose.

"Yaks!" said Xena (which is the bovine equivalent of "Yikes"), "What a lovely butterfly - I'll follow it and see where it goes."

Zooming through the buttercups she looked on with sadness as her new companion fluttered across a stream that she had never dared to cross before, because on the other side there lived a very angry beef farmer...

All she could do was wait for the butterfly to come back.

But being only a youngster she couldn't wait forever and mooed triumphantly as she lollopped across the stream to mingle with the beef herd....just as the lorry from the abbatoir pulled up at the other end of the field...

Consumed by curiosity, Xena, who had never seen a lorry before, rushed across the field to take a good look.

Down in the meadown at the other side of the stream, Xena's mother could be heard mooing in panic - "Come home, come home!" but Xena pretended not to hear, and having long since forgotten about the butterfly, placed a tentative hoof inside the lorry...

Eric, the lorry driver, spotted Xena and shouted, "Where's that freesian come from - she won't make very good eating!"

Flying out of the cab, Eric led Xena away from the lorry, leaving the back of the lorry open.

Grumbling under his breath about stray calves, Eric began to herd the beef cattle into the lorry, whilst Xena stood sadly by wondering what was wrong with her - why couldn't she go too?

However it wasn't long before the butterfly fluttered by again and Xena leapt in joy with such excitement that the beef cattle all stampeded back out of the lorry to see what was afoot.

It was clear that there were many cows in the back of the lorry - and now they'd all escaped and were running away as fast as they could from the lorry and Eric.

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(pleased that this game appears to have worked quite well )

Jumping and flicking their tails, they all chased Xena, who followed the butterfly, who blew with the wind through the meadow in its path through the buttercups and daisies.

Kicking up her heels, Xena jumped across the stream in pursuit of the butterfly, and found herself back with her mother under the giant redwood tree.

Looking behind them though, Xena and her mother could see lots and lots of other cows, as far as the eye could see.

Maybe they would like to come across the stream and play too?

No, they don't want to get their feet wet





(I've only just seen this game Barry - great idea!)

i hope this one make a sense cos i didn't read all the stories...

"okay, so they'll use their boots"

Pursued by an irate Eric, the beef cattle decide getting wet feet is the least of their worries, and they all career across the stream, much to Xena's surprise and delight.

Quite by chance the dairy farmer was out for his morning walk and was amazed to see such a melee of animals in his usually calm and serene meadow, not to mention a strange man standing knee-deep in the stream, who appeared to be searching for a set of keys for a cattle wagon...



(Only 4 more posts till we're back to 'u' again so the story needs to reach some sort of conclusion soon!)