Once upon a time (all good stories start like that) there was a girl and boy. There were sister and brother and although they played together quite well they didn't always agree. Especially about things they DIDN'T want " I don't want this pencil you have it" "no I don't want it you have it" and so the pencil got thrown around the room. One of their favourite games was 5 stones, little coloured cubes of what felt like stone, but probably wasn't.
(there you are it is clay they are made of)The idea of the game is to throw the stones up and catch as many as you can on the back of your hand, any that dropped had to be picked up in a certain way. Throw one of the caught stones up in the air, pick the fallen stone and catch the airborne one. Oh dear Oh dear did that cause arguments between the brother and sister. Mother would come in and confiscate the stones, but the brother and sister either found them or bought new ones the next day.
One year on holiday the sister, who was the eldest by nearly three years (or as the brother would say 2 years 11 months), had a camera. In those days cameras were not cheap so she was very lucky to have it. To open it you clicked a little catch and the lens came out on a sort or bellows. The brother had been teasing her all morning with a water pistol. "I want to take your photo over there by the flower bed, but I don't want that awful water pistol in the photo so put it away". Photo duly taken and low and behold when the film was developed there, just under the boy's leg, was the end of the pistol. He was determined to get his own way
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