The pilgrims stopped for lunch at the Grand River Cafe in Mobridge. The server told them this story:
"A few years ago, it must have been five or more, a big bike ride came through this town. They were following the Lewis and Clark Trail. There were over a hundred bicyclers like you. They were camped out in the city park and the library was open for air conditioning.
"Oh, my! And was it ever hot!
"There were people from town serving them hot dogs and ice cream and stuff in the park but it was too hot and they all wanted to come over here. They were lined up all around the building. We had to call in another cook and an extra waitress. It was crazy in here.
"We served them all the food we had and if I set anything down and turned my back it just disappeared like that.
"And malts! They all wanted malts..."
"Ooh!" the pilgrims said in unison "You have malts?"
"Not any more," the server said.
Rats!
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