March 19, 2006
"Yes, we shall get Eduardo to change you from the stork-woman you are," said Manfred, sweeping Marsha up in his arms and onto Minefield, his fine Arabian steed. "I know where to find him. He lives nearby, in an abandoned wooden nodule." "ButÃƒâ€šÃ¢â‚¬â€butÃƒâ€šÃ¢â‚¬â€" Marsha protested, but to no avail. Soon they were racing on Minefield through the copses and bogs of New Canaan, Connecticut, the wind flowing through their hair and onto the trees behind them, where it bounced off harmlessly. At length they came to a large, brown lump sticking out of the side of a carousel.