Alan: Look, George. A chair has fallen from the sky and landed in our corral.
George: Let's hide it before mom decides we'll hurt ourselves and takes it away.
Alan: Oops. We've run into a problem.
Alan: The barn's in the way. Guess we'll have to move that first.
George: You crack me up.
Alan: Problem solved. Now where should we put the chair?
George: I've lost interest.
Alan: Fine. I'll move it myself.