“Tell me who you are!” Despereaux shouted. The knight stopped swinging his sword. He looked at Despereaux. “You know me,” he said. “No,” said Despereaux, “I don’t.” “You do,” said the knight. He slowly took the armor off his head and revealed . . . nothing, no one. The suit of armor was empty. “No, oh no,” said Despereaux. “There is no knight in shining armor; it’s all just make-believe, like happily ever after.” And in his sleep, reader, the small mouse began to cry.
