Syntax

"Some people see paths like a single thread leading on, some as a spider web fanning outwards and some as a maze which is a cross between because although it has many paths leading in different directions there is only one that leads all the way through..." The Moose leant back in his armchair and puffed at his pipe. The librarian blushed and offered him some tea and a chocolate biscuit. Jacqueline raised an eyebrow and said in her condescending way 'You'll have to try harder then tea and biscuits if you want moose-face to notice you sweetie.' The librarian stood up quickly and dropped the teapot on the floor ('like where else?' Interrupted Sally.'the table?' I suggested) and blushed even more 'I was just offering him condiments!' she replied in defence. 'Oh you're in love with him' said Jacqueline -the Moose opened his eyes and sat up 'Love? Who said love?' 'I did, becuase-' said Jacqueline 'Well don't' said the Moose, 'It's a nasty, tinny sort of word' I nodded in my cool secret agent like way 'Awwwl-right now...' A large depressed moth who had flown in the window some hours ago had walked over to stand near the fire and was now sitting in a chair reading the newspaper. 'Who delivered the papers?' He asked 'Becuase it's got jam on it' he continued without waiting for anyone to answer. 'I know the answer to that' said Sally excitedly, 'Ohhhh well, the moments past' drawled Jacqueline. There was silence for the next half hour. Then the fireplace crackled really loud and the moth blew his nose. Then there was more silence for another five minutes (It really is a library and I know that even though it is a lovely place to talk and share poetry you've just written you probably shouldn't because there are signs that say "QUIET" so you should obey them.) and then the Moose stood up 'I've just written a poem I'd love to share, it's quite an interesting poem becuase you can rearrange the verses into any order you like to make another poem.' Sally jumped up and clapped her hands. (Now Jacqueline will say something negative I bet...) 'It sounds stupid, does it work? You're pathetic and no one likes you or your poems. Die moose, die.' said Jacqueline (told you so...) 'First no and then yes' said the Moose counting on his toes. 'Tell it us next time' said Jacqueline. The Moose pulled a syntax out of his pocket. Jacqueline's hair is dark red and short and I don't think she ever brushes it, but who knows?