The poem. Right. The poem. I will now proceed to analyse parts of the bloody thing.
1) A field of corn, and a rooster doodle-dooing (agh) the morn. Corn cannot grow without sunlight, and roosters don't start going ballistic until the sun appears. And this poem is supposed to be, what, a hundred years old? More? Well before the sun came back? But who cares, since a new day was born, people! And honeysuckle is all over the place! And horses and chickens and geese, oh my! Augh!
2) *icily* It's generally known that, particularly in the English language, words don't have to be spelled alike in order to sound alike. As such, there was absolutely no legitimate reason for Stouffer not to simply spell the stupid doll's name as 'Claus' or 'Klaus'. None.
3) Correct me if I'm wrong, since it's been a while since I last read a children's book, but aren't poems for children supposed to be much more regularly structured than poems for adults, in terms of verse length and rhyming scheme? Stouffer, you fail poetry forever.
Symbolic sounds, huh? Riiight. Sure. All I'm getting out of this is that Rah is a slimy, know-it-all git, who delights in pretending to be smarter and moar speshuler than everyone else, his brother in particular. I can just see him giving that explanation, his head thrown back, eyes half-closed, nose turned up, and talking in a tone that simply oozes with "I say! Didn't you know that? How on earth have you survived this long?" ... Urge to kill... rising...
Zyn, honey, I really can't blame you for feeling insecure around that guy. He's creepy.
And how can they know the water tastes like lemonade? What basis for comparison do they have? Lemonade requires lemons. And sugar. Which they certainly didn't have before the babies got there, and very likely didn't have after they did. And yet the lake had already been named for a long time.
*double facepalm* You know something? In fantasy, whether it's meant for children or for adults, strange and magical things and events are not only tolerated, they are accepted and encouraged. In many cases, the weirder, the better. There is, as I perceive it, only one golden rule. Make sure everything makes sense according to the laws of your universe. Obey this one rule, and there's nothing you can't get away with. It's not that hard, people. *headdesk*
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1) A field of corn, and a rooster doodle-dooing (agh) the morn. Corn cannot grow without sunlight, and roosters don't start going ballistic until the sun appears. And this poem is supposed to be, what, a hundred years old? More? Well before the sun came back? But who cares, since a new day was born, people! And honeysuckle is all over the place! And horses and chickens and geese, oh my! Augh!
2) *icily* It's generally known that, particularly in the English language, words don't have to be spelled alike in order to sound alike. As such, there was absolutely no legitimate reason for Stouffer not to simply spell the stupid doll's name as 'Claus' or 'Klaus'. None.
3) Correct me if I'm wrong, since it's been a while since I last read a children's book, but aren't poems for children supposed to be much more regularly structured than poems for adults, in terms of verse length and rhyming scheme? Stouffer, you fail poetry forever.
Symbolic sounds, huh? Riiight. Sure. All I'm getting out of this is that Rah is a slimy, know-it-all git, who delights in pretending to be smarter and moar speshuler than everyone else, his brother in particular. I can just see him giving that explanation, his head thrown back, eyes half-closed, nose turned up, and talking in a tone that simply oozes with "I say! Didn't you know that? How on earth have you survived this long?"
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Urge to kill... rising...
Zyn, honey, I really can't blame you for feeling insecure around that guy. He's creepy.
And how can they know the water tastes like lemonade? What basis for comparison do they have? Lemonade requires lemons. And sugar. Which they certainly didn't have before the babies got there, and very likely didn't have after they did. And yet the lake had already been named for a long time.
*double facepalm* You know something? In fantasy, whether it's meant for children or for adults, strange and magical things and events are not only tolerated, they are accepted and encouraged. In many cases, the weirder, the better. There is, as I perceive it, only one golden rule. Make sure everything makes sense according to the laws of your universe. Obey this one rule, and there's nothing you can't get away with. It's not that hard, people. *headdesk*