Sir Montenegro, a Spanish knight, sat astride a mule, trudging through thick jungle in the middle of a monsoon downpour. He wanted to take off his rusty armour but couldn’t because there was no other way to transport it.
He was lost. His only hope was for the mule to find someone, anyone, who could provide aid. The mule, however, on shaky legs, wasn’t going to last much longer.
One last step, the mule’s front legs collapsed, sending Montenegro rolling head over heels until he crashed into a shack. A toast and jelly eating peasant ran out. “Sir! You’ve arrived!”
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