Then Diane took me to see what she called a knight. I read about them in a book. They ride around dressed in steel jackets, skirts, and hats, and poke at each other with long sticks. Don’t make much sense to me. They all ought to visit Fry Pan Gulch, for I’d be glad to show them around. They can leave their
sticks home, though. We have plenty.
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