Story time

[den]

The moon shone clear to the bottom of the river. We could see the gravel of the bed and the weeds waving in the lazy current. A huge murray-cod swam from the black shadow of the bridge and sucked down something on the surface.

"He's beautiful," said my companion.

I looked at her guiltily. My first thought had been 'that would make a great feed with a beer.' "Yes, he is," I said.

We stared at the water a while longer, then she surprised me by saying "Pooh sticks."

"It does." Oops. Wrong answer. "What?"

"This would make a great place to play pooh sticks." She turned to me. "Don't you remember pooh sticks?"

I shook my head.

"A.A. Milne. E.G Shepherd. "

I had the sudden feeling she was playing word association football and had scored 2 goals already. "I'm sorry. Maybe the wine-"

"Children's author from earlier this century. He wrote the House at Pooh Corner. E.G Shepherd illustrated it. 'The more it snows-'"

"Tiddly-pom," I finished. "I remember now. Everyone drops a stick on the up-stream side of the bridge, and the first one out the other side wins."

"Yes!"

And so we played pooh-sticks until dawn. It was a wonderfully silly thing to do.

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[oceansedge.livejournal.com]

*grins*

"Oh what is the matter with Mary-Jane? It's lovely rice pudding for dinner again."

[level-head.livejournal.com]

And what is that Mary-Jane pudding in rice?
The pooh-sticks don't move when they're dropped on the ice
The rice is all frozen, the couple is smitten
And now we know pooh-sticks -- but not to dewhitton

===|==============/ Level Head

I'll see your rice pudding and raise you a pair of rocks and a broom.

[oceansedge.livejournal.com]

"When the river turns icey, as every good canuck knows,
You trade in you Pooh-sticks for rocks you can throw.
A battered old broom is all that you need.
It's silly, and healthy, and nobody bleeds.
Curling's the game for Canadian lovers,
Fathers and sisters and mothers and brothers."

Re: I'll see your rice pudding and raise you a pair of rocks and a broom.

[wyrm.livejournal.com]

You're all quite mad, I hope you know.
What sort of fool, plays pooh-sticks in snow?
And no, you can't play it with curling stones too,
If you drop them on ice, they just go right through.

Re: I'll see your rice pudding and raise you a pair of rocks and a broom.

[hafoc.livejournal.com]

The greatest of sports in the winter's vast freeze
Is to laugh at the snowmobiles smucking the trees,
And so demonstrating a fact I thought clear:
Ice doesn't mix well with gallons of beer.
And the leaks in the roof, and the water inside
And snow so deep, shoveling it I damned near died,
And you can't SEE to drive with the snowbanks so tall--
I think that I'll hide here and curse at it all.
Baseball's spring training should cheer, but no luck:
There's no hope this springtime. The Tigers still suck!

[dewhitton.livejournal.com]

*falls off the chair*

That last line made me giggle a lot.