IS COOKIE THROWING A SPORT?

I am not always sure if the events I report would be scored as a sport or not.  The night Gerda threw a lot of cookies at a frightened cat was full of action.  Some of the cookies did hit the cat.  But we haven't had any contests since of "hit the cat with cookies" so I don't know if it would be called a real sport.  But it was interesting.  Tom and Gerda had come home from the crossroads where they had received the seed that was to get them a child.  They had planted it in a pot of good soil.  Tom was nervous at the wait so he went out to milk the cow.  A cat jumped in the open cottage window, trying to snatch Adar, the swallow.  Adar flew out of the way and the cat landed on the table where the pot was, knocking it to the floor, where it broke.  Gerda had already started throwing things at the cat to chase it away.  Most of what she could grab were cookies from a very big plate of cookies she had baked.  When Tom came back it was to a huge pile of cookie crumbs, a frightened cat streaking out the door, Gerda in a state and the pot in shambles on the floor.  He put his big farmer's hands around the soil and lifted it all gently into a wooden bucket he had.  It was not very long until a flower sprouted, bloomed and opened to show the teensy, tiny creature that was Lina.  So tiny that the fairies actually gave her a growth spurt so that it would be easier for Tom to hold her in his hand. Well, sport or not, it was an action filled night.  Lina has been a delight to us all ever since, so however things happened, we are glad they did.  I'm off now to visit more flowers.  Buzz at you later, Delbert the Bee.