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Show 56 began shuffling through papers to produce a license. "What sort of thing do you print?" the small man asked. "Print? Well, Ah reckon I'll specialize 'n folk tales!" "Absurd!" The two men narrowed their eyes at Hyrum. "Who would read folk tales?" the small man looked at Hyrum daring him to give a sensible answer. Hyrum had never thought the idea so absurd. He had thought it novel and brilliant. But his convictions were fast fading as the men began to glower at him, as though pressing him for a truthful, reasonable answer, "Children would enjoy them...." Hyrum spoke weakly. "Now I know you're up to no good. Nobody prints books for children!" The heavyweight glared accusingly at Hyrum. "Now tell us Master Whiteside, just what were you getting ready to print?" the smaller man picked up the open ink container and held it in Hyrum's face. "Oh, me license!" Hyrum handed his license to the man. "Ye see, everything is in order." The man holding the ink container pushed the |