My grandson the knight rode his trusty steed up the sidewalk, peddling furiously, while I his faithful companion loped at his side. My feet had briefly strayed onto the road as a car rounding the corner ahead turned and headed up the street toward us.
My knight sounded the warning,"Grandma, you should be on the sidewalk, a car is coming."
"Oh thank you. You were watching out for me. weren't you?" I warmly answered.
"That's what friends do my Lady," he gallantly responded.
"That's what best friends do."
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