“No, that was before the contest started. Shove the prize this way and lend me your ears. All set? Go!”
“There were two twins named Binner,
You couldn’t tell which was the thinner,
With one accord
They said, ‘We feel bored,
We had apple dumplings for dinner!’”
“Here you are!” laughed Rodney as he tossed the tin cup across. “Catch! You win!”
Tad caught the prize deftly and bowed, hand on heart. “I thank you all,” he said. “Words fail me with which to express my—my appreciation of this honor you have done me. Perhaps the intrinsic value of this beautiful prize is not great, but as a—a recognition of poetic genius, as you might say——”
“Wouldn’t think of saying it,” interrupted Rodney.