

          Early one morning, Peddler Polly was driving her cart from the 
     City of Here to the City of There. She was just halfway when she 
     turned a corner and--
          "WHOA!" called the burly woman, pulling her horse to a halt. 
          A huge man stood smack in the middle of the road. He was half 
     again taller than Peddler Polly and was dressed much like a peddler. 
          "Look here, big fella," said Peddler Polly, "you're blocking the 
     way. Move aside, so I can get on with my business." 
          But the giant shouted, "No one shall pass without fighting me. 
     Choose any weapon you like, and I will more than match you!" 
          Peddler Polly puffed on her pipe and grumbled. "He looks a bit 
     too big for me to handle. I guess this is a job for the King's men." 
          So Peddler Polly drove back to the City of Here and went straight 
     to the King. 
          "Now, Your Majesty," she said, "I'm a hard-working woman, and I 
     don't have time to fool with giants blocking the road. I'd be obliged 
     if you'd remove him, so I can be on my way." 
          "Certainly, madam," said the King, shifting his crown a little to 
     the front. "Guards, summon the Master of Clubs!" 


