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And that was the first time I saw him—the strangest looking man I’d ever seen. Where you’d expect to find a head, he had a hook. Or a curve. Or a cane—yes, that’s it! His head looked just like the handle of a cane, or an umbrella. In fact, his whole person was shaped like a cane. How odd! “Hello,” I ventured to say. He turned his cane-head towards me and said:
MOUNT HOPE