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Got a phone call the night before last from the police. A gas station just down the street had gotten robbed and the boys in blue were telling us to lock our doors and don't answer it because there were a couple of robbers that were armed and dangerous in the neighborhood. It was rather late at night and the cops had never telephoned before, so we did some wondering. Now the wife's a natural pistol shot--good, VERY good, so I wasn't too concerned. I went down into the shop to putter around and dropped an old Martini-Henry barrel on the floor. Her two little dogs started yapping and then the light came on: the dogs were actually saying WTF in Dogamese. The wife came in and and demanded to know if that was me or someone outside. I turned around to answer and ended up just looking at her. I was a little surprised. Her .38 Special must have been ignored for a newer weapon of choice... MY lovely little Yangdu!! She was clutching that little Katunje and was gonna slice, dice, and julienne a couple of bad guys! [Lucky for me they weren't around or I wouldda had to clean up what was left.] After realizing there wasn't gonna be no late, late show, she went back upstairs leaving me to re-oil the Katunje. Crawled into bed about two and had just snuggled down for the duration when a little low voice came outta the dark, "nice knife"......so, do I have good taste in khuks or what, fellers?