I needed an answer, and I needed it fast. Danny would know, but he was spending this weekend at his office, and I couldn’t remember where he worked. I found my way into Moma’s organization of workspheres. There were a bunch of sticky notes strewn across her desktop. Searching, I found his name, along with Martin, Tom, Thomas, and Andre. So I went to pay him a visit.
He wasn’t there, but Dilbert was. I found myself standing on a rug split in half. Funny thing is, one of the words spelled backwards was what we used to call Ferdinand in the old days. And that got me to thinking about his nemesis, a pal of mine for a couple of years in Texas.
I went to Info Please to ask about my old friend. I hadn’t realized that he was drafted so long ago. I noticed there that his teammate was sent somewhere else. I felt like that old teammate held the key for me, so I paid a visit to his hometown.
I started inquring about the history of the town, and found a map to the points of interest. I knew right away that I had to visit the episcopal church. The name rang a bell, and I thought I might find what I was looking for.
Sure enough, when I went inside I found the library. And there they were, the instructions I needed! Let’s see… separate the blades… yadda yadda… yep, here it is! Tada!
Wow, talk about being in the right place at the right time. I gotta go downstairs now to the service, and then I’ll be back next week. You do know what next week is, right?