Ike rode into town and walked into the sheriff’s office. "Good morning, Ike." Teaspoon smiled as Ike sat down. By the expression on Ike’s face Teaspoon knew there was something on the lad’s mind. "Can I help you with something?"

Ike signed that he wanted to ask a girl to the dance.

"That’s good. Do I know her?"

Ike signed that it was Karen.

"Karen is a wonderful girl. So what’s the problem?"

I don’t know how to ask her, Ike signed.

"Well, be straight forward with her and ask her." Ike shook his head and then signed to Teaspoon again. "That could be a problem." Teaspoon rubbed his chin and then grinned. He grabbed a piece of paper and pen, and pushed it in front of Ike. "I’m sure she can read, so write what you want to say."

Ike scooted up in his chair and looked at the paper. He began to write, but after a while he crumbled it up. He didn’t think it was very good. Teaspoon grabbed it, pressed it out and looked at it. "This is very good, Ike. Now why did you crumbled it up?" Ike just shook his head. "Here write it again, and this time take it to her." Ike did as he was told.