"Guard the secret well, Sergeant! Guard it well! The world's peace depends upon you!" The old gentleman's words trembled with conviction.
Then alternately shaking his head and his grandson he marched down the hallway, ebony cane tapping angrily upon the stone.
As the exhausted but happy warrior retraced his steps a high-pitched voice floated after him.
"Grandpa, are polar bears always white?"
