Then the Rust Guard stopped the train in the lower foothills. They checked everyone’s papers and confiscated the eggs from out of the tall, cone shaped hats. The guard demanded to know what we were doing amongst the Spanish and we pointed out that we were from New York and he grunted and moved down the aisles looking for more eggs. When the hats were all empty, the spanish refused to put them back on. They left them on seats, littering the train like forgotten ice cream cones and the train went on more slowly down towards the Capitol.
