The ingenious hidalgo Don Quixote de la Mancha

I picked this book up at a yard sale when I was about six. The man I bought it from told the title,I thought he had said something like: A Donkey Named Oaty. Well needless to say my young mind thought that just sounded awsome and the size of the book, big plus...bedtime stories forever. After about a week of begging my mom (passed away in 2012 at 50 years old, too young) finally started ‘reading' this to me. It wasn't until I had to read this in my first year in college that I realized she had made up every story about Donkey Oaty and his sidekick Serventzo.

Well, today I decoded to stop at a yard sale and fund the exact edition my mother used to pretend to read to me.

My mother's version was much better.