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 Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 5:42 pm
Paris shook his head, "nope, and I'm going to stop rhyming for now since it's a pain explaining things while doing it." Grabbing a tree branch he stuck it in the ground, then helped it stand up with rocks. "Alright, the point of this game is you throw a horse shoe, in this case tree bark, at that stick. If it leans on the stick, you get 3 points, if it touches the rocks, 2 points, if it's close to it, 1 point. Sooo... do you understand?" He didn't explain very well, and he knew it, but it was alright because horse shoes was a boring game, and they'd do something else later probably.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 2:32 pm
"Uhm...yeah, I guess. How many points would one of us need to win?" Secretly, Caelen liked his rhyming. It was unique and cute.
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Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2008 9:15 pm
"When one of us gets bored and wants to throw this idea in the bin, whoever has the most points then shall win." He nodded, "or till when we lose track, as counting isn't really my nack." Yep, he was a poet, not a mathematician.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 10:51 am
Caelen nodded. "Okay. Well, I can count up to maybe a thousand, I think. But I'm guessing we won't get that far?" She padded over to a stick and picked it up with her teeth.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 9:04 pm
Paris picked up a piece of tree bark, and said teasingly, "I sure hope though that you don't lie." He chuckled, "anyways, would you like the first turn or shall I?" Looking at the stick he backed away till he was a fair distance away from it.
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