Stella likes sticks. When I say 'sticks', I mean wood of any length. She's not bothered as long as she has something to play with. Hence the look of fear on my face when a 7 foot tall young tree was shaking as if a wild animal was charging through the forest. In actual fact it was a mad German Shepherd who wouldn't be told that the 'stick' was actually a branch, and still attached...
At the other end of the scale, she'll quite happily play with a twig. Still bouncing around like My Little Pony and pretending she's carrying a log that a lumberjack would view with pride.
She has a tendency to chew the middle of the stick. She did it one day, chewed the middle out of the wood, but left the bark intact. So that's two mini sticks, attached in the middle by the bark. You're one step ahead of me, aren't you?! Yes, correct, homemade nunchucks.
Stella picked up one stick, and I knew she was going to shake it. I did tell her not to, but why listen to your mum? So she shook it...and nearly brained herself. Hmmmm confusion, let's put the stick down and think about it. For about 30 seconds she stood looking at the stick, and sniffing it.
Obviously, when you've shaken one out of two sticks, and the other one is a) attached and b) smacking you in the face, the way to solve the problem is.....to pick up the second of the two sticks and shake that one instead. That's right, the one that's the same length and same distance from the other one....
Being surprised at being brained for a second time, Stella finally worked it out. The way to play with homemade nunchucks is to fold them in half apparently!
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