Our Lady Joan Mastodon had invited us into the Great Hall for her #NoScrapers feast. It was a merry event. Our Lady had perhaps enjoyed her special No Scrapers Brew a little more than usual.

Roamer, she shouted across the table, your #Goethe toots are so very boring. Who reads #WilhelmMeister? And the #ThomasCarlyle translation is awful. Have you nothing better to toot?

The knights responded with a great deal of laughter and comradely banter. It was mostly cheerful, though Sir Reginald's grin was a little too rigid to be counted as friendly.

Naturally, her remark hurt me. My Lady Joan was wrong about Wilhelm Meister, and even more wrong about Carlyle.

I let it pass. I made a motion of mock apology in her direction and ignored the other knights. Our Lady Joan was fallible like the rest of us. She had given us the Federated Fields, she slayed legions of scapers every day, with her in charge we would one day overcome the Great Algo. I loved her, Goethe or not.

#JoanMastodon

#JohnMastodonDay

John and Joan respected each other, but they were never very close. When John used all manner of subterfuge to get the title of Chief Keeper of the Toots, I expressed my disappointment to Joan. She was relaxed about it.

Let John have the attention he so obviously craves, Roamer. He's good at writing speeches, and this way he won't meddle. In the meantime, we keep slaying the scrapers and planting the hashtags. John will write about it, and he will do so better than I could.

#JohnMastodon #JoanMastodon #JohnAndJoan #noScrapers #hashtags