Riddle

What goes pit-pat-pit-pat-pit-pat (or, alternatively, pat-pit-pat-pit-pat-pit) on a cold autumn evening?
(Wise-ass answers immediately discounted; you know who you are)

 

Gosh Batman, I'm not sure. A horsie?

 

Nope

 

A different horsie to the one hillman had in mind?

 

A depressed fox playing keepy-uppy with a table tennis bat and a small pine cone?

 

Garrison Keillor standing behind a tree shooting chewed-up-paper pellets at Gilson Lavis through a pea-shooter made from the body of a Bic ballpoint pen?

 

Oooo I've participated in that in HS study hall. Def fun.

 

Come to think of it some of us were barefoot.

 

There was a limit to the fun you could have blow-piping papier-mache balls at each other, though. I much preferred darts. During private study periods. Killer or round-the-clock, enjoyable games, both.

 

Odd rememberance: I've just recalled that in the same part of the private study room the dart board was in, there was mounted on the wall the reproduction of a Graham Sutherland painting! Not a particularly outre artist by today's standards, but quite a progressive choice for the time and the place we're talking about. One of his characteristic semi-abstract root and thorn compositions, done in murky blues and greens.

 

We didn't have private study rooms or pictures. Tho, since I wouldn't get along I did have many private (one person invited) study rooms. I didn't study, I read novels that were not close to being assigned. They knew where a few of my study rooms were, but certainly not most. And they knew I was reading, even if it was off list.

 

Heh! I never got as far as reading novels that weren't assigned; I only got as far as abandoning after the first chapter the ones that were. For huge swathes of term time I'd be winging it!

 

welcome to that club. i almost never read assigned books, unless i actually decided i like the book. I read other students notes, etc. Did that through college with classes in general. attend and read? not. but i did read prodigiously, just what i wanted to read. I wasn't a complete philistine.

 

nus, and everybody else. i seem to like back and forth with quo. but to be fair we shud prob take this offline. we can converse without bothering you all, but only if he swears to do that barefoot........mike

 

On the other hand, responding to others back and forth is half the fun. so tell me to stop or not. i'm going out for a barefoot walk. cold dew (very cold) is calling. getting back on topic.

 

Well, if he'd just get back to the thread he's started and yea or nay some of the guesses, and maybe award the odd consolation point here and there for the bits of the guesses that are found to be lying not too far away from the outskirts of the vicinity of the ballpark.

Is it a depressed fox playing keepy-uppy with a small pine cone and a murky blue and green Graham Sutherland reproduction (with a couple of dart holes in it)?

 

hmmmm, well that is true. But, i think you failed to mention that the reproduction had dart holes in it. Was anyone barefoot, btw? Were their feet clean or dirty? some, including mine, inquiring minds want to know if school boys were unkempt.

 

I never once saw any of the lads go around the private study room (or anywhere else) without shoes on. On hot days one or two of the girls would be inclined to. Also an English teacher, when she'd hold classes outside, in warm weather. We all had to wear uniforms, you know, blazers with the school crest stitched onto the pocket, ties; the works.

 

I wouldn't have lasted. was barefoot for the 4 years of college. jeans, t shirts, attitude.. I would have burnt ties, thrown blazers out the car window on the way to school.

 

I'd have done it even if i wasn't a nasty american. my parents were not amused.