The Merriment of the English Language

Today in English Language, me and J literally laughed our socks off. Seriously, they just flew off and we barely even noticed.

It was because we are looking at childrens story books, and me and J were blessed with that old classic 'We're Going on a Bear Hunt'. Remember? It was like the best book ever!!! Goes something like like-

We're going on a bear hunt
We're going to catch a big one
What a beautiful day!
We're not scared

Then theres the whole 'We can't go over it, we can't go under it, golly goose! We have to go through it!'

I'll tell you something, this family goes through a whole mess of shit including long grass, a waist deep river, a field of mud, a snowstorm, a dark forest just to find a bear which they then run away from.

Best book ever. Really.

I won't bother trying to explain what we were chortling at because it was quite a 'you had to be there' sensation. I could try to explain it but really, it will just result in me appearing rather simple minded.

Oh my aching sides, I haven't had a laughing fit like that in a while. Maybe when E and B were over and E told us about the pizza dropping/kicking story (you had to be there).

But, right at the end of the Bear book, there is a really nice illustration of the poor lonely bear walking back along the beach to his cave. It brought a metaphorical tear to my eye. That picture always made me sad, even when I was little I can almost remember my Mum or my Dad doing the 'ahh look, the bears sad. He just wanted some fwends'

Poor, poor bear.

Still funny, funny lesson.