in which Alexander is bewildered by floating stones

Ach, this country, it is preposterous!

Thank goodness, we have now left the sea behind (the saltwater plays havoc with my fur), but those dreadful children still found a lake to throw stones into.

But these stones were absurd, they float!  What is the world coming to?

"It is because they are made of hummous," said the middlest (and most ridiculous) child.  I give up.  I am going to hibernate.