It was a small quest hardly worthy of a gathering of the knights, but gather we did. The task at hand… move a garden shed from one trailer to another. As the crow flies it was about 50 feet. Our route was more like 300 feet but to be fair the shorter route would have involved cutting several trees something the park owner might have frowned upon. So the usual suspects lay 2x4s under the shed so we have handles to lift the 4’X6’ steel shed with the reinforced plywood and 2×4 base and walk it around…yes… I said walk it around to its final resting place 3 things that need to be pointed out here 1) this thing weighs a ton 2) the youngest of the knights just turned 50 3) this is a working farm with tractors and trailers for doing this kind of work 4) One of the knights still has pins in his leg from a hiking fall he took earlier in the summer. The problem seems to be that we have seen way too many action movies where these sorts of mundane things are done by Bruce Willis himself as he plummets 18 stories, killing at least one bad guy per floor on the way down. He may hurt when he lands but never seriously. So how difficult can moving a garden shed be? So each knight grabs a corner and starts walking. The plan where we move it six feet to a waiting trailer and then drive it to within six feet of its final resting place was disagarded out of hand. At about 100 feet into the trek I was sure I was about to have a brain embolism but…if I had a brain I would not be involved in this madness. At this point someone suggested we get the tractor and trailer, yes… the same one disgarded out of hand before we were all at risk of coronaries. A knight was dispatched and returned with the tractor… Bruce Willis would have been disgusted without much ado the shed was loaded and driven to its final resting place. Satisfied… the knights quaffed many an ale around the fire that night the tale will be retold around many fires and the shed will get heavier, and the trek longer with each telling.