"What on earth are you doing?" I asked them.
"We are experimenting with the electric power of the sky!" they told me.
"Last time you did that, three ships went down in the Bermuda Triangle," I reminded them disdainfully.
"Minor errors," Smudge informed me, as Sheba began using a pulley system to hoist a large bucket of eels up to the roof.
"Right, whatever," I said, retreating into the house, "Just don't damage the wireless."
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