What can we do?
Scissors, Paper, Stone – for two players
Play 5 rounds.
Each round is played the same way.
Each player secretly chooses to be scissors, paper or stone.
If you chose scissors you will hold out your hand like this:
If you chose paper you will hold out your hand like this:
If you chose stone you will hold out your hand like this:
DO NOT HOLD OUT YOUR HAND YET
When you have both chosen, count out loud – “One”, “Two”, “Three”.
Then both hold out your hands at the same time.
If you have both chosen the same thing then the round is a tie.
If not:
Scissors beats Paper – (because scissors can cut paper)
Paper beats Stone – (because paper can wrap around stone)
Stone beats Scissors – (because stone can blunt scissors)
Then play the next round.
Let’s see how it works. Can you tell who wins each round?
ROUND ONE
Well, who wins? Click to check…
Left, because scissors cut paper. That’s Left 1 Right 0.
ROUND TWO
Well, who wins? Click to check…
Left, because paper can wrap stone. That’s Left 2 Right 0.
ROUND THREE
Well, who wins? Click to check…
Right, because stone blunts scissors. That’s Left 2 Right 1
ROUND FOUR
Well, who wins? Click to check…
Right, because paper wraps stone. That’s all square at Left 2 Right 2
ROUND FIVE
Well, who wins? Click to check…
Right, because scissors cut paper. It’s a come from behind victory for Right!
Now it’s your turn.
Sing Along With Duck
The Hell-Bound Train
A Texas cowboy on a bar room floor
Had drunk so much he could hold no more
He fell asleep with a troubled brain
To dream he rode on the hell-bound train
Faster and faster the engine flew
And wilder and wilder the country grew
Brighter and brighter the lightening flashed
And louder and louder the thunder crashed
Then out of the distance there rose a yell
“Ha ha”, said the devil “The next stop is hell”
“My friends you have paid for your seats on this road
The train goes through with a complete load”
“You’ve bullied the weak, you’ve cheated the poor
The starving brother turned from your door”
“The labourer always expects his hire
So I’ll land you safe in a lake of fire”
Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished cry
His clothes were wet and his hair stood high
And he prayed as he’d never prayed before
To be saved from hell’s front door
His prayers and pleadings were not in vain
For he never rode on the hell-bound train.
Colour In The Illustrations
at The Stiperstones
Can you see any gorse?
Can you find a cowberry?
Can you pick a whinberry?
Take care, and have a good walk.
info for parents & carers…
The Stiperstones ridge lies between the A488 Shrewsbury to Bishop’s Castle road, and an unclassified road from Shrewsbury to Bishop’s Castle, via Longden. From the unclassified road, take the turning towards the ridge at Bridges across the cattle grid and follow the narrow road steeply uphill. The car park is on your right near the summit.
Alternatively, take the A488 and turn off to Snailbeach (from Shrewsbury) or Shelve (from Bishop’s Castle). Follow the road, passing, The Bog field centre with its alternative Car Park, continuing round the ridge until reaching the main car park on your left. As you can tell from these directions, it is advisable to take a map!
In Spring and Summer in previous years a shuttle bus has been available for more information go to https://www.shropshirehillsaonb.co.uk/explore-and-enjoy/activities/shropshire-hills-shuttle-buses.
March to early November The Bog Centre is open as a tourist information point. Home made refreshments are available. There are interesting displays on the area and its history and locally-made handicrafts for sale. There are toilet facilities here, too, but these are rudimentary.
There is a family-friendly pub, The Stiperstones Inn, open all day all year round serving good food at very reasonable prices. Don’t miss out on the whinberries picked from the hills – available in pies, crumbles or with ice-cream.
More detailed version of the story
If you’ve ever travelled out to the Stiperstones you’ll have noticed a rosy glow about the cheeks of the locals. No, its not just a healthy blush caused by those brisk winds that blow up around the hills. Look again and you will see a righteous gleam in the eyes of the men and the women, too. It comes from leading a good life on the straight and narrow path, there’s not even a hint of evil in these noble Shropshire folk.
Don’t think you’re the first to have noticed either. Oh, no! The Devil passed through many years ago and wasn’t at all pleased with the sight that greeted his eyes. So many good people in one place, it shouldn’t be allowed – he wouldn’t let it be allowed!
In those days the people used to grow crops on those hills, he decided to put a stop to that. He went over to Ireland and fetched some good stout rocks and scattered them here, there and everywhere across the hills. Well, that put an end to profitable farming, they soon stopped after breaking a plough share or two. But did they starve? No they didn’t. Those people on the Stiperstones are resourceful folk, never short of an idea, they got by.
The Devil he didn’t stop peppering the landscape with stones ‘though. He’d got a new idea; weigh Shropshire down and sink it beneath the ocean’s waves. That would get rid of those irritating righteous inhabitants for once and for all. Of course, it didn’t work. It would take more than a stone or two to drown such virtue as you find in these hills.
The stones caught another eye though. A giantess who must have spent too much time watching garden make-over programmes on her tv passed by one day and immediately thought “fashionable rock feature”. She hoisted up her apron like a great big cradle and piled it high with bits to take home. Quartzite can look mighty attractive when it catches the afternoon sun in your rock garden you know.
Well the Devil wasn’t going to let the Stiperstones be changed into a trendy drop-in garden centre with free offers for giantesses and he swooped down on the outsized old crone and cut her apron strings, sending all the rocks tumbling into a great big pile. The giantess was shocked out of her leathery old skin; some of the rocks had only just missed her delicate flat feet. She set off at such a run it made the ground shake for metres around. She never came by the Stiperstones way again and probably worked on a water-feature instead.
But something good comes of most things and the Devil, surveying the pile, thought it looked just like a comfy armchair and decided to make it his own special seat.
Some says he sits on his chair only at night but the truth is he sometimes sits there by day. You won’t see him though. When he sits down he looks around and sees all those good Shropshire folk and he gets all of a strop and a bother. So hot under the collar and angry is he that the steam starts to rise. Before you can count to three, there’s such a mist that you can’t see a thing. Ah! But if you sniff a good blast of that misty dank air you’ll smell the brimstone as he sits fuming there in the Devil’s Chair.
More background information
The red grouse The Stiperstones ridge is one of the most beautiful walking areas in this part of the borders, with stunning views and rare wildlife and plants. It is not easy walking country, the ground is rocky and stout footwear is essential. The weather can change very quickly and care must be taken at all times.
The main car park is also the start of the All-ability Trail, opened by English Nature in 2002. This 500 metre trail allows easy access to the area for those in wheelchairs (and of course pushchairs).
More information about the unique geology of the area and other stories can be found elsewhere on the Mythstories’ website, Click here.
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