"Mr. Ronson is always telling us to do science experiments at home,” added Faivish piously. “And here we are, doing just that”

Fishel and Faivish Friedman looked around their clean kitchen. Mrs. Friedman had gone to a charity committee meeting. Mr. Friedman was on the phone in his study. Outside it was raining, a steady downpour that seemed like it would never stop. To the troublesome two, life seemed utterly stale, flat, and uninteresting.

“I’m bored!” announced Fishel.

“I’m boreder than you,” said Faivish.

“ ‘Boreder’ is a stupid word,” said Fishel rudely.

“Not half as stupid as you are!” shot back Faivish, even more rudely.

The pair faced off, fists clenched. Then they remembered their father was home. If he heard them fighting, he was sure to give some horrible punishment. Instead, they made faces at each other.

Then Fishel spotted a piece of a garden hose lying on the floor.

“What’s this?” he wondered aloud.

“Dunno,” replied Faivish. “Probably junk left over from one of Mommy’s gardening projects.”

“Wonder what we could use it for?” mused Fishel.

Light slowly dawned on Faivish’s face.