Abner and Gladys Kravetz were an old married couple, who, after thirty long years, had had enough of each other. One day, in the pharmaceutical aisle at the local K-Mart, they finally snapped. They got into such a bitter vitriolic argument over whether to buy generic headache pills or Motrin, that they entirely overlooked the presence of a small, and quite charming, six year old boy, standing directly between them. It was only upon the seemingly harmless innocent looking young gentleman’s properly introducing himself to the frazzled couple that they realized that he was no mere tot. “Good day”, said he, arms akimbo. “I am the mighty Merlin the Magician”. He had light brown hair in a pudding basin cut, and was wearing an exceptionally well tailored suit and granny eyeglasses. Understandably, the couple were quite taken aback. They asked the young fellow just exactly what was really going on, assuming that he was only trying to play with them. The enigmatic stranger proceeded to explain to them, in quite proper English, that he was one of the most prominent characters in Sir Thomas Malory’s famous late medieval legendary poem, “Le Morte “D’Arthur”. He reminded them that besides his having been immortalized by Malory and Geoffrey of Monmouth during the Middle Ages, he also makes an appearance in the more recent works of everyone from Mark Twain to C.S. Lewis. The legendary character kept trying to persuade them that he appeared to them as a child because he knew they could more easily be capable of accepting him that way than if he were ever to show his true appearance. “We wizards possess the power of shapeshifting”, he explained. “Throughout the course of history”, he went on, “I have been known to appear as a woodcutter, and all other kinds of people, young and old, ugly, handsome, beautiful. You never know how I shall appear next”. All throughout his explanation, the Kravetz’s stared at their new acquaintance in fear and wonder. Although he struck them as most certainly having the appearance and demeanor of such a charming young boy they couldn’t help wondering, somehow, if perhaps they were being subjected to something a bit other than entirely typical. By the time it was all over with, they were so taken aback that they couldn’t even remember their last fight. “Oh well,” sighed Abner, “at least there’s never an ordinary moment in Lindenhurst”.