“It was a good apple too. A good apple, picked by a madman on a full moon night.”

“Wandering from room to room discovering another side to the moon.”

“I know that today, with a full tank, and with Annabel, that it's time to go.”

“And I feel like a real Dad when I read to her at night. She won't sleep without one story, at least.”

“Jack reads too many books. He thinks we're going to drive all year and have great adventures.”

“I decide to make the most of the time we got left before she gets too big for this small town.”

“Bloody rain” says Mr ChiversBouncing a basketballOn the one dry patch of courtbloody rain” he nods to our Sports classAnd gives us the afternoon off.Bloody rain all rightAs Annabel and I run to Megalong Creek hutFaster than we ever have in Chivers’s classAnd the exercise we have in mindWe’ve been training for all yearBut I doubt if old ChiversWill give us a medal if he ever finds out.We high jump into the hutAnd strip downClimb under the blanketsAnd cheer the bloody rain As it does a lap or twoAround the mountainWhile Annabel and meEmbrace like winners shouldLike good sports doAs Mr. Chivers sips his third coffeeAnd twitches his bad kneeFrom his playing daysWhile miles awayAnnabel and IScore a convincing victoryAnd for once in our school lifeThe words “Physical Education”Make sense…”