I hadn't realised so much stuff was still in storage! I guess that does help with the packing, though the unpacking will be a bit more dramatic as keep getting things back from storage :) Will you be scheduling prompts then for next week so can reduce the number of things you need to remember to do? I am pleased you liked the tale of our slightly-lost arctic explorers and their mistakes, at least until you realised whose territory they were in. I did wonder if you'd guess where it was going when the snow appeared in the first part, but it looks like it's been long enough that that wasn't enough of a warning sign ;-) Right, let's see about a play then.
The play Owl, Pooh and Kanga were walking through Hundred Acre wood, though in fact only Pooh was walking. Kanga was bouncing, muttering 'boing, boing, bounce!' under his breath as he bounded along, and Owl was flying from one branch to another in the trees overhead, pontificating. "The play we're going to see," said Owl, getting fed up of explaining how mice were much better than rabbits for lunch, "is called Waiting for Godot and is famous for being a play in which nothing happens. Twice." "I can watch that at home," said Pooh, grumpily. He disagreed about mice, because it took six to make a pawful and they were hard to catch. "Why do I have to pay to see it somewhere else?" "Bounce, bounce, boing!" said Kanga, trying a new version. He liked it, and bounced happily on his powerful back legs. "Bounce!" "Intellectual stimulation and cultural enhancement," said Owl. "Did you eat a dictionary instead of a mouse?" Pooh sounded sour as green berries in the woods. "If this play isn't fun I'm going to pull your wings off and see how many mice you can catch then." Owl said nothing, but silently fluttered to a higher branch in the trees. "I can climb trees," said Pooh, unnecessarily. He glared at Kanga. "And why did we bring this idiot along? Bounce bounce bounce is not conversation. It's an invitation to murder." "You need socialising, Pooh," said Owl. "After the little incident with Eeyore--" "He ran off and probably drowned himself somewhere," said Pooh, who continued to deny that he had donkey-skin pyjamas. "--and Piglet--" "Natural causes," said Pooh, who firmly believed that bears ate pigs quite naturally, and that bacon was better than mice or rabbits. "-- it would be good for you to get out more." "Why's it called Hundred Acre woods?" said Kanga suddenly. He bounced on the spot. "How big is a hundred acres anyway?" "About 181,500 graves," said Pooh. There was a silence. Then, as Kanga asked, "How do you know that?" Owl muttered, "See? You need socialising."
Greg - unlikely. I might schedule Friday/Saturday though, depending on how things go. And when internet gets hooked up at the new place.
Hahahaha, that line about the size of the woods is perfectly timed. I like your version of Pooh, for all that he frightens me. Plus he has a good point about bacon.
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I hadn't realised so much stuff was still in storage! I guess that does help with the packing, though the unpacking will be a bit more dramatic as keep getting things back from storage :) Will you be scheduling prompts then for next week so can reduce the number of things you need to remember to do?
I am pleased you liked the tale of our slightly-lost arctic explorers and their mistakes, at least until you realised whose territory they were in. I did wonder if you'd guess where it was going when the snow appeared in the first part, but it looks like it's been long enough that that wasn't enough of a warning sign ;-)
Right, let's see about a play then.
The play
Owl, Pooh and Kanga were walking through Hundred Acre wood, though in fact only Pooh was walking. Kanga was bouncing, muttering 'boing, boing, bounce!' under his breath as he bounded along, and Owl was flying from one branch to another in the trees overhead, pontificating.
"The play we're going to see," said Owl, getting fed up of explaining how mice were much better than rabbits for lunch, "is called Waiting for Godot and is famous for being a play in which nothing happens. Twice."
"I can watch that at home," said Pooh, grumpily. He disagreed about mice, because it took six to make a pawful and they were hard to catch. "Why do I have to pay to see it somewhere else?"
"Bounce, bounce, boing!" said Kanga, trying a new version. He liked it, and bounced happily on his powerful back legs. "Bounce!"
"Intellectual stimulation and cultural enhancement," said Owl.
"Did you eat a dictionary instead of a mouse?" Pooh sounded sour as green berries in the woods. "If this play isn't fun I'm going to pull your wings off and see how many mice you can catch then."
Owl said nothing, but silently fluttered to a higher branch in the trees.
"I can climb trees," said Pooh, unnecessarily. He glared at Kanga. "And why did we bring this idiot along? Bounce bounce bounce is not conversation. It's an invitation to murder."
"You need socialising, Pooh," said Owl. "After the little incident with Eeyore--"
"He ran off and probably drowned himself somewhere," said Pooh, who continued to deny that he had donkey-skin pyjamas.
"--and Piglet--"
"Natural causes," said Pooh, who firmly believed that bears ate pigs quite naturally, and that bacon was better than mice or rabbits.
"-- it would be good for you to get out more."
"Why's it called Hundred Acre woods?" said Kanga suddenly. He bounced on the spot. "How big is a hundred acres anyway?"
"About 181,500 graves," said Pooh.
There was a silence. Then, as Kanga asked, "How do you know that?" Owl muttered, "See? You need socialising."
Greg - unlikely. I might schedule Friday/Saturday though, depending on how things go. And when internet gets hooked up at the new place.
Hahahaha, that line about the size of the woods is perfectly timed. I like your version of Pooh, for all that he frightens me. Plus he has a good point about bacon.
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