The Ravens Thought They Had a Weird Sense of Smell

[muninnhuginn]

"Can I smell the roses?" (Though actually, we really need to get home to get supper on the go.)

"Yes, of course. Can you smell them?" (Watch small child snort at the roses for a bit. They do have quite a strong scent, so, even blowing, she might pick something up.)

"Yes. Strawberry."

"Strawberry? I think that roses normally smell of rose."

No, strawberry." (Don't argue. It's not worth it. She'll just tell me I'm wrong and she's right.)

Short pause. (Cross the road.)

"Can I smell the tree?" (Which bit? It's really quite tall and there're no branches low down.)

"If you must. I don't think it'll smell of very much. It hasn't any blossoms on it at the moment." (But remember, don't argue. It's not worth it.)

"Green peas." (The colours match at least: red for roses and strawberries, green for leaves and peas.)

"Green peas? The tree smells of green peas?" (Try not to laugh. Anyway, this is more intriguing than funny ha-ha.)

"Can I smell the footpath?" (But now it's getting ridiculous.)

"Looby Loo. OK, if you must. What does the footpath smell of? Sweaty feet?" (You know you've lost, when you start making suggestions like that.)

"Sweaty feet and stop." (The stop, once deciphered, was definitely not an order.)

"Stop? What does 'stop' smell like?" (This could be really interesting.)

"La-la-la-la...." (But, no. We've slipped into song-without-words.)

To summarise:

• Roses smell of strawberry.
  
• Trees smell of green peas.
  
• Footpaths smell of sweaty feet and stop.
  
• Stop smells of, well, I suspect we'll never know.

This was an extract from the world according to Looby Loo.