Splish, splash.

There is a lane, which runs between Here and There.
It is not a very long lane, but it is a lumpy, bumpy lane.
It is an old lane and it is lined with very old cobbles.
Some are big and some not so big, so when you walk along this lane your feet wibble and wobble over the high bits and down the low bits.
Toes try to grip while ankles slip and slide.
As happens over time, some of the cobbles have worn down, come loose, got lost.
This has left gaps which fill with rain, so people have tried to fill them instead, with bits of this and bits of that.
Notacobbles.
If it was someone official doing the filling (like a worker in a yellow jacket from the Council), they would use tarmac, a sticky black mix with gravel pushed in. Hard in winter but soft and bubbly in summer. And sticky.
If the farmer who drives his tractor down the lane several times a week, decides his trailer bumps about too much and makes the sheep stagger this way and that, he will bring a forgotten thing from the Farm to fill the worst of the gaps.
Some things were good.
A bucket of cement left over from fixing a wall.
Small stones from the edge of a field.
Some things were not so good.
A memorable bag of sawdust just made a terrible mess, blowing all over in the wind and clumping together in soggy lumps when it rained.
Sometimes the families who lived down the lane decided their lovely cars lurched too much as they drove their (car sick) children to school.
So they hunted in their sheds and garages and found buckets of seashells, plastic boxes containing discarded gravel from an old aquarium, or a few pieces of coal from who-knows-where.
But the best noacobbles were the invisible ones.
The proper notacobbles.
The notacobbles which shouted for wellieboots - yellow sunshine ones, green ones with ears, red ones with noses and blue ones with stars.
Jay would sit by the window when the grey clouds gathered and cross his fingers and wish and wish..... and when the raindrops splashed on the window he would run to his Mummy and run for his raincoat and run for his wellieboots so he could splash, splash, splash in the best, invisible  notacobbles of all - the empty ones, now filling with rain!
 

Once upon a time, Mummy Bean said to Little Bean, "Shall we go for a walk?"
So they put on their coats and went outside.
Mummy Bean and Little Bean walked past some tall, leafy trees and saw two big eyes.
"Too-wit, too-woo, Mister Owl" said Little Bean.
"Too-wit, too-woo, Little Bean".

Mummy Bean and Little Bean walked around the twisty path to the park and saw a waggy tail.
"Woof, woof, Mr. Dog" said Little Bean.
"Woof, woof Little Bean".

Mummy Bean and Little Bean walked down the twisty path to the pond and saw flappy wings.
"Quack, quack Mrs Duck" said Little Bean.
"Quack, quack Little Bean".

Holding Mummy Bean's hand, Little Bean looked into the pond and saw splashy shapes.
"Swish, swish, Silver Fishes" said Little Bean.
"Swish, swish Little Bean".

Mummy Bean and Little Bean walked past the roses and saw humming bees.
"Buzz, buzz Honey bees" said Little Bean.
"Buzz, buzz Little Bean".

Mummy Bean smiled at Little Bean, whose little legs were slowing down.
"Home, home Little Bean?"
"Yes, home, home" sighed Little Bean.