The Pony just re-entered the Mansion after draining 16 two-liter bottles of soda. No. He doesn't have a powerful thirst. He's preparing the equipment for his science project that he will be taking to the local junior college Science Fair in 11 days. That's my Pony. No need to rush into things. Wait until the last minute. It will all work out.
We have had all the necessary tools for at least three weeks now. He needs the bottles to fill with different types of soil, a funnel to get the soil in the bottles and water into the soil, aquarium tubing to insert at four different levels, a graduated beaker or cylinder to measure the water output per minute after pouring it into the soil sample, and modeling clay to seal the tubing to the bottles. He is testing D A R C Y ' S LAW with Missouri soils. I spaced that out so nobody can pop in here unwantedly and read about The Pony's experiment. My BFF Google ain't gonna play us for no fools!
So anyway, Farmer H, of all times, could not buy soda at the auction, but instead drove around to three separate Dollar General stores to pick them up. The only problem was the contents. Now the bottles have been emptied and rinsed, and await the soil this weekend, and subsequent testing. The Pony is a wizard at whipping up charts and graphs for his data. He took pictures of the area where he got the different types of soil. The #1 son hooked up my new used laser color printer last week, so pictures can be printed easily. Crunch time will come as The Pony has to apply the details to his display board. I figure he's got Sunday/Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday nights for that. Thursday is pushing it too close to Friday's fair.
As for the disposal of the soda, 13 bottles of Orange, and 3 bottles of Root Beer (apparently, Farmer H is not well-versed in the "constant" component of experimental design), The Pony came to my dark basement lair to say that the deed was done.
"I poured out 16 bottles of soda. Actually, I poured out 15-and-a-half bottles of soda, and drank half a bottle of Root Beer. When I burped, foam came out of my mouth."
Yeah. Let's hope he doesn't feel the need to share that detail when he writes up his procedure.