In the concrete jungle of New York, where skyscrapers scrape the cerulean sky, taxis buzz like honeybees and hot dogs sizzle on every corner, there exists an extraordinary group of kids. They are not your average dodgeball players or hopscotch hoppers. No, these kids are the swashbuckling, fearless fencers of NY! They assemble in gyms and rec centers across the state, clad in shiny suits of white armor, masks gleaming, swords twirling. These aren't ordinary swords, but blunted foils and épées, their tips shimmering with the thrill of the duel. The leader of this band of merriment is none other than Sir Prickle Pants, a porcupine with a peculiar passion for fencing. Don’t let his prickles fool you, he's as cuddly as a teddy bear. Some say it was the itchiness of the fencing suit that led him to pick up the sport, but we know he just loves the thrill of the contest. With his belly full of pizza and his heart full of laughter, Sir Prickle Pants leads his team with the poise of a knight and the humor of a circus clown. With a hearty "En Garde!", a match begins, the air crackles with anticipation. The fencers prance and parry, their movements as graceful as ballet dancers, their strikes as swift as a swooping falcon. The crowd cheers, hot dogs are momentarily forgotten and even the taxis seem to slow, as if the city itself is holding its breath, caught up in the thrill of the duel. In New York, fencing isn't just a sport; it's a spectacle, a dance, a celebration of bravery and silliness. And every kid who steps onto the piste, led by the indomitable Sir Prickle Pants, becomes a part of this grand tradition.