Even if you hadn’t been drowned, you would have been smashed to pieces by the terrible weight of water against the countless jags of rock.

The four turkeylings traveled in a bigger, heavier box. About a third of the way up the mountain, it started to pour. I was soaked. Worse, the turkeys were soaked. Turkeylings are notorious for being delicatissima.

Whew! That box weighs a ton!

The president inspected the guard of honour.