Every Sunday morning, Sir Cherrington, the man who knew everything, mounted his high horse and rode into town. From high upon his trusty steed, he gave the town his unsolicited, expert advice. He told the baker how to bake. He told the plumber how to plumb. He told carpenter how to cut wood and build a house. Could he help it that he simply knew all there was to know about everything? That is, of course, except for one thing… he didn’t really know how to ride a horse at all. But, would there be someone courageous enough in town to tell him? And what would happen when they did?

Artist notes: We've all been there. We're struggling with something and someone comes along with some advice we never asked for. Why is that? I guess they're trying to be helpful but, most of the time, they're just annoying.