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The little squire, Rusty Bumple sat quietly and patiently as his master stood as still as a stature, staring at the state topographic maps of the land of Ponytail. There wasn’t a sound, not even the normal in and out of his breathing. Wondering if his master had somehow slipped into a trance after several minutes of silence, Rusty began to stir. But just then, the older man snapped his head up, looking through the ceiling and exclaimed got it!” He turned to look at Rusty, who’s eyes were wide with excitement and puzzlement, and said, “Get up my boy! It’s off to war!”