What do you "assign" to the Shire? - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

**The Saucepan Man** · 09-07-2005, 03:31 AM

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Spotted Dick is a desert. Not a human!

Dick wiped the suet from his brow as he scaled yet another great sponge dune.

“Custard, custard …” he muttered incoherently through parched lips. A shimmering on the horizon caught his eyes. Was it the fabled Sticky Toffee Oasis, or merely a mirage?

He had been wandering the great Pudding Desert for days on end and currantly had little raison to expect rescue. Some earned their bread and butter crossing its great expanse but for Dick this was no mere trifle.

Happily, salvation came only hours later when a passing caravan of caramel traders spotted Dick.

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Nevermind I take it your not from Great Britian?

littlemanpoet · 09-07-2005, 09:59 AM

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Originally Posted by The Saucepan Man

no mere trifle.

Oh, how gloriously bad!

You messed up though! It should've been "no mere truffle"!

**The Saucepan Man** · 09-07-2005, 10:55 AM

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Originally Posted by littlemanpoet

It should've been "no mere truffle"!

Ah, but a truffle is not a Great British Pudding, all examples of which I hereby assign to the Shire (in an effort to drag this thread back on topic from the mischeivous side road that I have taken it down).

Nuranar · 09-07-2005, 06:38 PM

And I simply must assign biscuits to the Shire.

VanimaEdhel · 09-07-2005, 07:18 PM

The opportunity to have ice cream as long as the dining hall is open. I only eat it once a week or so, but it's nice to see it there. Someone endowed the school with money for "24 hour ice cream" because they thought it was the one thing missing when they went.

Bêthberry · 09-07-2005, 07:32 PM

Yorkies

Note point of shipment.

And

Terry's Chocolate

And

Marmite

Some may prefer to send this last item to Mordor.

piosenniel · 09-07-2005, 09:08 PM

Marmite !!!

I'm sending the shiriffs out now - no bottles of pureed marmot will be allowed in bounds.

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What would I assign to the Shire?

Spring with its call to life; bullfrogs among the rushes at the edges of The Pool; fiddlehead ferns unfolding

Summer with it's thick lazy days, the air filled with the drone of bees . . . healthy bees, beyond number, their legs heavy with pollen

Autumn clean and chill about the edges; smoke curling in the air as fields are burnt off; quilts airing in the meager sun then folded away with the last of the dried lavender so they'll be fresh when the snows come

Winter chapping the broad faces of the lads and lasses; crackling fires in the hearths; and old stories to get us through the dark

~*~ Pio

Lyta_Underhill · 09-07-2005, 10:27 PM

In the spirit of VanimaEdhel's rant on the experience of particular cities (I've never been to Boston, and NYC only the airport, so I'll add my own Southern fried experience of a city much talked of recently):

My memories of walking through New Orleans, the particular and unique steam and stench that mixes with the dust of ages and hints of dust imported from France long ago, the pleasant cryptic maze to find a single well-hidden grave in St. Louis Cemetery Number 1 and the strange selfless moment when you divest yourself of something, anything to offer as you scratch three X's onto the monument of Marie of Family Glapion and make a wish...the history in miniature as you see bouquets of flowers and thank you notes surrounding the special yet homogenous crypt stone....then, then pang as you wonder if it is still there now. Memories of long afternoons spent searching for the 'Chicken Man' of Voodoo, heedless of where that might take you; knowing there are secrets for the discovery if you only set your eyes on the right things in the City of New Orleans.

Cheers!
Lyta

09-07-2005, 06:38 PM	#4
Nuranar Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: STILL a drought Posts: 529	And I simply must assign biscuits to the Shire. __________________ I admit it is better fun to punt than be punted, and that a desire to have all the fun is nine-tenths of the law of chivalry. Lord Peter Wimsey

09-07-2005, 07:18 PM	#5
VanimaEdhel Etheral Enchantress Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: Wellesley College! Posts: 1,461	The opportunity to have ice cream as long as the dining hall is open. I only eat it once a week or so, but it's nice to see it there. Someone endowed the school with money for "24 hour ice cream" because they thought it was the one thing missing when they went. __________________ "I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each others dreams, we can be together all the time." - Hobbes of Calvin and Hobbes

09-07-2005, 07:32 PM	#6
Bêthberry Cryptic Aura Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 6,003	Yorkies Note point of shipment. And Terry's Chocolate And Marmite Some may prefer to send this last item to Mordor. __________________ I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.

09-07-2005, 09:08 PM	#7
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	*Marmite !!!* I'm sending the shiriffs out now - no bottles of pureed marmot will be allowed in bounds. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- What would I assign to the Shire? Spring with its call to life; bullfrogs among the rushes at the edges of The Pool; fiddlehead ferns unfolding Summer with it's thick lazy days, the air filled with the drone of bees . . . healthy bees, beyond number, their legs heavy with pollen Autumn clean and chill about the edges; smoke curling in the air as fields are burnt off; quilts airing in the meager sun then folded away with the last of the dried lavender so they'll be fresh when the snows come Winter chapping the broad faces of the lads and lasses; crackling fires in the hearths; and old stories to get us through the dark ~~ Pio __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside. Last edited by piosenniel; 09-07-2005 at 09:33 PM.*

09-07-2005, 10:27 PM	#8
Lyta_Underhill Haunted Halfling Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: an uncounted length of steps--floating between air molecules Posts: 841	Disappearing Railroad Blues... In the spirit of VanimaEdhel's rant on the experience of particular cities (I've never been to Boston, and NYC only the airport, so I'll add my own Southern fried experience of a city much talked of recently): My memories of walking through New Orleans, the particular and unique steam and stench that mixes with the dust of ages and hints of dust imported from France long ago, the pleasant cryptic maze to find a single well-hidden grave in St. Louis Cemetery Number 1 and the strange selfless moment when you divest yourself of something, anything to offer as you scratch three X's onto the monument of Marie of Family Glapion and make a wish...the history in miniature as you see bouquets of flowers and thank you notes surrounding the special yet homogenous crypt stone....then, then pang as you wonder if it is still there now. Memories of long afternoons spent searching for the 'Chicken Man' of Voodoo, heedless of where that might take you; knowing there are secrets for the discovery if you only set your eyes on the right things in the City of New Orleans. Cheers! Lyta __________________ “…she laid herself to rest upon Cerin Amroth; and there is her green grave, until the world is changed, and all the days of her life are utterly forgotten by men that come after, and elanor and niphredil bloom no more east of the Sea.”