Dad told me about it at breakfast today. Apparently, all you have to do is put on your helmet, put on you vest, climb on, and the mutton goes like a rocket. I've been watching training videos on YouTube, here. The wardens will never be able to catch me.
Until I find a mutton, I'm going to practice with this pillow:
PS. My training continues to go well. Mother's milk is awe-some. I keep asking her to include a screwdriver or a chisel or a hammer with her next shipment, but she never does.
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