Years ago, we had a staunch old scribe here who had built himself a kingdom. He was the master of his beats, a royal reporter. But management here was in a "shake things up" mode and they reassigned him.

He was livid.

Elder Mark E. Petersen was alive and well then and often spoke at the annual Mark E. Petersen Banquet. Despite his resentment, the old scribe went. When he returned to the office someone asked how it had gone.

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