5918 / 5000 — eureka! my arm will be purple for a month!
His eyes darted between Kim and the great unknown, gurgling in its impromptu cauldron. Lucky re-seated himself and knelt in order to reach down without losing his balance. Wiggling his fingers, as if acknowledging that he might lose them in a scant few seconds for less than the cost of a car battery.
Abruptly he plunged his arm down to the shoulder and let out a small surprised yelp, wincing in discomfort. Quiet as he was, both John and Johnny noticed. The former slapped his forehead in disgust; the latter spun around and dashed to his side, cursing. But before Johnny could pull him back, Lucky raised his eyebrows and opened both eyes wide. They lit up like twin star sapphires, full of pride and determination. “And—”
With a great upheaval he raised his arm, grasping something perfectly round and almost too large to palm.
“—’Eureka,’ shouted Archimedes!”
This Lucky proclaimed, holding his prize aloft and beaming.
