The old warrior enters the room on this winter night with a dance to his step and a smile upon his face. Under his arm he carried a old tattered blanket. He said, my dear blanket such tales we can tell. Memories was flowing in his mind with such clever humor. The sound of the crackling fire increased his smile. The winter storm blew against the windows. He sighed as he said, my dear blanket this all sounds like fine music Mother Nature is playing for us? Within my mind I am still young yet my body often plays tricks on me. I am still strong. The fine ladies still love my clever humor. The door opens, blowing in the storm as 6 young warriors enter to share the fire. The Old warrior laughs as he said, oh how I love a good challenge. I will out wit those 6 cold warriors with my clever tales. They will think I am just an old fool but they will end up quite surprised.