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Here's the last 3 panels of my cartoon - illustrating a real life experience.  In case my illustrations need explanation, let me add some details:

From the debris of the fire we salvaged remnants of framing timber, baling twine, and 4 empty fifty-five gallon drums that had once held DDT.   My neighborhood buddy, Dick, belonged to the scouts and recently learned lashing and knots.  So we both set to work lashing together a framework (we called super-structure) which would sit on top of the barrels. We would hopefully, climb aboard to blissfully float down the creek.

This contraption proved to be not responsive to the navigators, a little tippy at best, which upset our passengers, the dogs.  We were all afloat, but not well controlled when my dog decided to jump off when we bumped into the bank.  Without his weight for balance, one side popped up and one barrel floated out of position and away.  

Trying to reposition ourselves, Dick's dog saw the opportunity and jumped off causing the other side of the raft to pop up and the second barrel floated away from the framework.  Without the tension of the barrels, the lashings loosened and framework started to twist apart under our feet.  We both fell in laughing and swam to shore while "Super-Structure Raft" floated off, in pieces, without us.     Great Fun!  

​Hope you enjoy the story and my memory of the scenes. Tell me what you think.