very trickey putty…

ok, we had to do a writing thingo on sometin that happened to us when we were little, i thought i might post mine… along with a few others comming soon, don’t get to bored =P

It was sticky, it was gooey; it was tricky putty. Ever since I saw it advertised on telly, between Winnie the Pooh and Sesame St.; I was desperate to get my hands on a packet of Moose’s latest creation: Tricky Putty. My mother though, had other ideas. It was at least a full month before while walking through Toys Are Us that my Mum finally came to her senses and I scored a packet of this amazing stuff. It was of course, the bright colour idolised by every 8 year old girl: pink. I was officially most luckiest, most specialiest, most excitediest child on the planet earth; because I had Tricky Putty.  Now most toys that one is blessed with as a small child, have a lasting success rate of roughly one solid week, but not my Tricky Putty. Oh no, that was much more fantastical! It was so versatile, I could manipulate it, I could mould it, I could even make shapes out of it! However, it’s most practical service to me, would have to be all the wonderful dishes it could be turned into for my dear Barbies. Oh, the countless times that Barbie, Ken and Kelly would sit at their dining table and munch upon a hearty serve of Tricky Putty Casserole, Tricky Putty Soup, Tricky Putty Cake, Tricky Putty Surprise or even Tricky Putty Bubble and Squeak. Seriously, I could’ve written a book, ‘1001 Ways to Serve Pink Tricky Putty to Barbies’. It would’ve been a best seller I reckon.  On day, though, Barbie must not have been properly awake. See, while whipping up one of her signature main courses of thick, sticky, pink blobbiesness, Barbie got clumsy and managed to drop her full, big bowl, not onto her plastic Barbie House floor, but right onto Mum’s lovely floral, woollen rug in the lounge room. As you can imagine, I scolded Barbie very harshly: ‘Bad Barbie! Clumsy Barbie! How did you manage that?’ 

Though, after much thought, I realised that if I didn’t think quick enough, I might just be getting a spot of scolding myself. So I hightailed it to the shoe cupboard at the other end of the house and grabbed one of Mum’s nicest shoes; gold with sequins, and a decent sized heal. With a quick look at the rooms around me, I concluded that the coast was clear and scuttled back to the lounge. When I arrived I put the shoe very carefully on top of the pink putty-glob and found something else to amuse myself with, back in my room. No one would ever know. Famous last words. Famous last words…….Mum has found the shoe in the lounge…. 

‘What is this pink stuff on the carpet?’ She calls,

No reply, I had selective hearing.

Now at my bedroom door, Mum poses the question yet again, ‘What is it?’ 

Now I put forward to her the smartest, most creative and incredibly cunning reply, 

‘I dunno’

Oh so smooth. 

Troppo (go troppo): to go a little crazy and express oneself in an agitated manner.( See Tantrum.) 

As you may have already guessed, that was the last I saw of my dearly beloved tricky putty.  And the moral of this story? Well, unfortunately, a good pair of shoes doesn’t always solve the problem. hope that was a bit of fun for those who could be bothered reading it….

cheers,