The Bear and Barnacle

Rincewind found them floating in a tidal pool. He’d been walking along the beach and spotted several orange things just bobbing in the shallow water. Upon further investigation, they’d turned out to be pumpkins, which as far as Rincewind knew were not normally sea-dwelling vegetables. (Unless they’re fruits). A slender white stick bobbed there as well. He’d picked it up, not really thinking, and stuck it in his hat. He’d also picked up the largest of the pumpkins and taken it back to the pub. Not knowing precisely why he was doing this, Rincewind snuck into the kitchen and helped himself to several sizes of knife. He spent a good fifteen minutes pacing back and forth in front of the table. “AH!” Struck by inspiration (it does happen!) he went at the pumpkin busily for an hour or so. There was a mess of seeds, string and bits of pumpkin strewn about when he was done, but Rincewind was delighted. “I shall call it: “A Tribute to Reg Shoe!”