The story so far:

One day, Don Trixote decided that the world needed a noble businessman to rid the world of all its ills and so he left his Tower and set up seeking adventures as POTUS. Along the way, he attracted a helper, Sancho Penca, who was his loyal deputy. In this chapter, Trixote mistakes windmills for giants attacking the land and attempts to thwart them.

At this point they came in sight of thirty forty windmills that there are on plain, and as soon as Don Trixote saw them he said to his squire, “Fortune is arranging matters for us better than we could have shaped our desires ourselves, for look there, VP Penca, where thirty or more monstrous giants present themselves, all of whom I mean to engage in battle and slay, and with whose spoils we shall begin to make our fortunes; for this is righteous warfare, and it is God’s good service to sweep so evil a breed from off the face of the earth.”

“What giants?” said Penca.

“Those thou seest there,” answered his master, “with the long arms, and some have them nearly two leagues long.”

“Look, your worship,” said Sancho; “what we see there are not giants but windmills, and what seem to be their arms are the blades turned by the wind that make the electricity.”

“It is easy to see,” replied Don Trixote, “that thou art not used to this business of the deal; if I sayest that those are giants, then those are giants; and if thou art afraid, away with thee out of this and betake thyself to prayer while I engage them in fierce and unequal combat.”

A slight breeze at this moment sprang up, and the great blades began to move, so the Don drew out his phone and began to Tweet apace. “These evil giants are bad and nobody is better at ridding this country of the scourge of wind than me, so I shall charge into battle and slay them.”

He continued: “We shall not rest until these monsters have been vanquished and I have replaced them with coal mines where we can send canaries”

“Don’t listen to the FAKE NEWS! All my staff love me and we are getting rid of O’care”

“In fact it’s gone, along with the giants.”

And after all that hearty tweeting, Don Trixote decided that his noble work was done for the week and he would charge them another day. Now, ’twas time to break for the weekend and catch up on a little golf at his resort in Florida.