Lost knives

[task force k]

When I was seven, we were visiting my uncle who ran a sundries store and he sold me my first knife, a tiny, mother-of-pearl handled three blade pocket knife...then the SOB told my mother about the purchase and she confiscated it. I've never gotten that knife back nor have I spoken to my uncle. What a rotten, lousy, awful, turncoat thing to do. I'm fairly certain that there's a serious violation of the Man's Code involved there.