Carefully you lift the two ants from the tip of the cow's tongue. You thank the Cow of Honour and move over to a patch of light where you can see the ants a little better. They bow and introduce themselves. 'I am Paolo Pillow,' says one, while the other introduces himself as 'String-bean Smith.'

'So how come there are only two of you?' you ask. 'I though you ants normally hung out in groups of a million or so.'

'One million ants for two behind the one who left the first hundred,' replies Paolo Pillow. 'Yes, for which there are but five hundred more per acre' chips in String-bean Smith.

You have no idea whatsoever what the ants are talking about, so you say 'The Cow of Honour said you would show me the way.'

'Yes, there it is,' says Paolo Pillow, pointing to a large pile of whey in the corner. You begin to curse the Cow of Honour, but then realise that she kept her word, and that it was your own stupidity that got you into this mess in the first place. Will you go back to the Cow of Honour and ask again, this time trying to be a little more specific in your questions, or threaten to stamp on the ants unless they show you the way out of the Crazy Place?