Archie the Goat stopped short at a moat. How could he get across?
He measured and mapped. He doodled and drew. He sketched and scribbled and scrawled.
“Aha! To cross the moat,” pronounced the goat, “we build a contraption to float!”
“Or,” said Skinny the Hen, “we could just take the drawbridge.”
“Bah,” said Archie, “drawbridge, straw-bridge. This is no time for a drawbridge. This is a time for science!”
“Right!” said the hen. “Science!” The hen and the goat, alongside the moat, took stock of their cart of supplies.
“A barrel might float,” mused the goat. “We begin with a barrel of buttermilk!”
The hen and the goat, alongside the moat, hammered and nailed, clanged and banged. They wired and tied, and built the SS Buttermilk.
The barrel and…
