THE MIDNIGHT KNIVES
Be on guard. The Midnight Knives are afoot. They scritch, clanking along the cobbles in line, ever on the lookout for their next victim. What lo! Is this an unwary baker heading to task at a pre-dawn oven? The Midnight Knives arrange themselves in presentation mode and unfurl their banner. They sing:
Good morning to you,
Good morning to you,
Good morning, esteemed gentleman,
Good morning to you.
The baker, buoyed, hurries to his site of labor. The Midnight Knives, satisfied, set off in search of their next victim.
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