May 23, 2009 16:34
I was Inigo Montoya, and Bert was Westley. Neither of us turned out to be left-handed. He defeated me but he'd sooner destroy a stained-glass window than an artist like me, except he can't have me following him, so he knocked me out. Then Hungry the raccoon threw an imaginary rock at him and missed on purpose.
Then I saw one of the cutest things in the world: a toothpick-limbed six-year-old wrestling with a toy raccoon that's 8 inches long nose to tail-tip. The raccoon slammed Westley into the side of his bed several times before Bert managed to subdue Fezzik.