Double the Grain Sacks

Seven grain sacks sat by the bay like a quiet tower of promises.

Double them for the week, said Spike. Seven times two.

Suzy: fourteen. Not fifteen because one sack looked heroic.

They lined seven, then seven more beside — fourteen soft towers.

Adventure Cap wanted a magic bigger number. Care said stop at the honest total.

Thinking Cap habit: plan, count once, check. Cap does not invent by magic.

Pavlova supervised like a fluffy accountant and added zero by staring.

Little Thunder declined commentary with mahogany dignity.

Kids: seven books, then seven more — fourteen. Count the shelf once.

Farm maths is a promise living things can trust.

Tools remind. Soft landings still happen.

Suzy spelled S-U-Z-Y once for joy, then back to the numbers.

Seven × two = fourteen.

Seven × two = fourteen.