Junction Boy (4)

My father sent away for a kit for making root beer. There was an old demi-john in the basement over at Freddy's place. All the boys needed was some yeast, and they were ready to make a batch of root beer. An arguement ensued over the quantity of yeast to add. My old man was sure it was a quarter keg, but Freddy insisted it was four kegs. Freddy won, and they mixed up and corked a batch. By the third day, a slight hiss could be heard as the yeast grew and pressure built up. You can imagine the events to follow. In my father's imagination, these events became more and more dramatic with time. The very last time he told me of the Great Root Beer Caper, when the cork blew, foam filled the room. The boys were swept away, down Runnymede, towards the lake, on a root beer foam tsunami. As the tumbled along, Freddy could be heard yelling, "We really did it this time, Joe!"