A Can of Gasoline and a Golf Cart

So this is no exageration, I promise you.   I was on the phone with a friend who has a beautiful island home with macadamia nut orchards and tents and flowing fabrics. There is a variety of outbuildings, vehicles, gardens, fountain, magical moments and precious objets that they've accumulated over a lifetime of collecting and creating beautiful things. "Chickenville" is inhabited by three dozen or so hens and a half dozen roosters of five different breeds who are pretty much living off of his handouts (and chicken feed is expensive, even at the island Walmart!)   They often make their home available for weddings. Sometimes a fee is paid, but as often it can be a favor to some family, as an aloha.   At the start of our conversation, he said that a couple was touring the property for their upcoming wedding, and that they had brought three small children with them. I guessed that they wanted to wait until the boys were at least old enough to enjoy the wedding, but I never would have guessed the three little boys' names: "Rhyme," "Reason," and "Chorus."   We were discussing flooring options, the progress of his sister's house, and Antiques Roadshow when I heard Sydney barking. (Sydney is Stephen's vigilant Papillon, the most brilliant and cunning canid I've known.)   Stephen left the phone for a moment and returned, briefly, to say that someone was shouting about a golf cart and a can of gasoline.   Apparently left unsupervised while their parents oohed and ahhed over the setting for their  upcoming event, the boys went exploring.   They soon came upon the two golf carts, parked next to the lanai. They're kept close by and fully charged, because Stephen uses them to drive around the property distributing animal feed, changing water, working with the plants, toting fuel for the heavy equipment, and all sorts of unimaginably rough-and-tumble ranch chores.   It seems that Rhyme and Reason had also found a butane lighter, one of which Stephen is in the habit of always having within easy reach. Rhyme and Reason wondered together what it would take to set a building on fire. Taking stock of their inventory, which included a large can of gasoline, a butane lighter, and two golf carts, they decided to race the golf carts down to the chicken coops and find out!   By the time my friend got to the edge of the lanai, there was no Rhyme or Reason, but little Chorus was telling him all about it. They were going to be in so much trouble! How exciting!