Seeing matters arriving at this unpromising situation, Bunyip Bluegum interposed by saying, “Rather than allow this happy occasion to be marred by unseemly recriminations, let us, while admitting that our admirable friend, Sam, may have unwittingly disturbed the composure of our admirable friend, Bill, at the expense of our admirable Puddin’s gravy, let us, I say, by the simple act of extending the hand of friendship, dispel in an instant these gathering clouds of disruption. In the words of the poem —

   ‘Then let the fist of Friendship
      Be kept for Friendship’s foes.
   Ne’er let that hand in anger land
      On Friendship’s holy nose.’”

— Norman Lindsay, The Magic Pudding

In honor of Australian fiction, I’ve changed the icon for this weblog’s Art category from this abstract ornament thingy —

— to this noble Puddin’.