In just one day, Emerald Valley crafted the large iron wok and iron spatula Ellie Miller requested.
The next day, the Knights paused their daily training of 'battling' potatoes and corn.
They started practicing the art of flipping large spatulas enthusiastically.
Their woks were filled with black 'iron rice.'
The rice smoothly slid from the bottom to the edges of the iron woks as they flipped them.
By afternoon, the Knights, having mastered the 'spatula flipping skill,' had begun to study the essence of 'Meteor Fried Rice.'
"His Highness said to toss this fried rice all the way up to the sky."
"That's not difficult."
Warren, his biceps bulging, gave a forceful flip, sending the iron sand in the wok skyward like a meteor.
Then, it fell down with a 'crackling' sound.
Like a rain of iron sand.
The merciless iron sand 'crackled' as it struck the Knights' heads.
Warren paused for a moment, "Going up isn't difficult."
"Having it all fall back into the wok is the hard part."
