Where We Raffle Off Swords

I sat among giants this weekend. Giants in bright red plaid skirts (er, kilts) with daggers in their socks, and purses made of whole foxes. There I was, minding my own business, when I glanced over at the table next to us and saw a man stroking a fox's head, beady eyes staring fixedly at me (the fox, not the man)when he reached into said fox and removed a ball point pen.