A few years ago, my younger daughter was confirmed in the little Catholic church just down the road (no, not around the bend). There was a nice photo-shoot afterward, and all the children stood there in their Sunday best (I believe it was a weekday evening, though) with His smiling Eminence and his staff of office, the golden shepherd's crook.
Afterward, I told her she had looked just like a pawn up there. She got a slightly confused, though also guarded, look. "What do you mean?" she asked cautiously.
"You were standing in front of the bishop."
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