Ohh yeah. I remember reading this book when I was a kid about some people (er, talking mice) who were all banging on about the 'yuletide log'. They'd go and get this log, right, fucking big log, and then they'd burn it. Baffled me then, but I just accepted it, as you do when you're seven and the world is full of crap that doesn't make sense.
It suddenly all makes sense!
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...if anyone wonders why I'm posting so much all the sudden, we just got ADSL.