All the King's Horses

The ground beneath the wall was a chaos of shattered shell, splattered yolk, and drenching albumen.

We were in shock. How could this have happened?

"What was the idiot doing sitting on a wall, for chrissake?" cried Jack Horner. "How stupid can you get?"

But he'd been sitting up there for ages. He looked so stable. Nothing like this had ever happened before.

"Yeah, but we have to fix this, so it doesn't happen again," objected Bo Peep. "The wall is at fault, doncha see? It's too narrow for an egg to sit on. We have to get it rebuilt."

"But that's a 230-year-old wall," noted the Cow Who Jumped Over the Moon. "It's traditional in Nursery Rhyme Land. I don't disagree, but we'd need a two-thirds vote to fix it."

"Beside the point," the Little Dog laughed. "Humpty is smashed to atoms. What are we going to do about that?"

"But," said the Three Blind Mice, "now that ol' Humpty's demise is a done deal, isn't it time to cooperate with the guy who pushed him off? Big Bad Wolf. The one with the awful fur? After all, if we could make peace with the Farmer's Wife ..."

"Well, I, for one, am not going to stand for it!" said Little Boy Blue, blowing his horn.

"And we, for two, aren't going to, either!" agreed Jack and Jill, tumbling down the hill. "Now is the time to fight!"

"Hear, hear!" we cried in unison. "Organize! Fight! Rah, rah, rah!"

Right! This isn't over. We're getting all the king's horses and all the king's men on this immediately! That always works.