Well, it had to be done, didn't it? And since this is both the first and last post, I have won. Thank you all.
@2425: Then everything is all right.
@2423: The mammals are not longer belligerent. I simple showed them my shopping bag with my little yellow squeaky duck inside. And the loved it.
While that prize comes out of his jail and then we walked away.
I have captured the squeaky yellow duck. And the prize has followed! Much better than a covey of partridges or even a murmuration of starlings.
@2427 not to mention a parade of peacocks
my duckwhistle worked fine
Prize has followed it home
A descent of woodpeckers will rain on that parade and scatter those murmuring starlings. The only thing capable of stopping them would be a flock of kookaburra which is not likely to happen any time soon.
A dag end of no-hopers appears to have flitted through this topic, murmuring balderdash, and causing a declension of sane persons to leave with the prize. Namely, me.
You refer to yourself in the plural. The prize understands the murmuring but is confused by your duality. I think the prize prefers to come with me and help get the flock out. :)
You've not heard of the royal We?
Weee! I win!
Peasant. We look down upon thee.
Majesty, in your position you need someone to look after the prize. I'll do the job!
But how do We know We can trust thee?
I have heard the term royal wee.
Yes, it's in the royal chamber pot!
The prize is far too daunted to stay among such supersillyus circles and has retreated to me. Anarchy is much to be preferred - provided it's properly regulated, of course.
Funny how just a little bit of potty talk is enough to win the prize!
That's because it has such pot-ential.
Come to me prizey!
Winning is just so 'pleasant'
@2434, you forgot the letter L :)
No, no, the letter "L" wasn't forgotten. It clearly says "We look down on thee" and not "We ook down on thee". Only apes go "ook" - ask Terry Pratchett.
Actually, it's librarians, but it's so hard to tell the difference.
You're absolutely correct, Kray. But "peaslant" didn't make a lot of sense to me.
We are taking the prize, swishing our skirts, and we're outa here.
Come back and give the prize to me. It freezes outside.
You (plural) can take the royal wee with you.
The prize stays, not hiding behind skirts.
Thems fightin' words.
Gesine, on the other hand, is a well-mannered young woman. It's just a shame she is a loser. We winners pity you losers.
Thanks for your pity, it warm me. But I try to be strong and to live with the circumstance that I'm the winner.
Such a brave, foolish soul. I will let her believe for now...
Fine words, my feisty friend. But the prize belongs to me.