A Valient, "Knight" Comes To Help Out Some Day

A Valient, "Knight" Comes To Help Out Some, "Day"

Once upon a time in a huge metropolis called Danville, Va. there lived a prince who went by the name of Prince Al. His daddy, the king of Danville, named him after his daddy. Yet he didn't expect his son to go through the teasing he got from the other children who'd call him on the phone and say, "Excuse me, do you have Dr. Pepper in a jar?" Each time he would say, "Yes," the reply was always, "Well, you better let him out before he suffocates!" then the person would laugh and hang up. He wished they would at least say something like, "Is your refrigerator running?" because then he could say, "Yes. It won the election." Then hang up. Sometimes he would get obscene phone calls which would consist of heavy breathing. That's when he would reply, "You have the wrong number. Now you want 911. You'll have to look that up since I don't have it handy. Sorry about that." He was a right slick young man who did things differently than anybody else would. Needless to say, he wouldn't get too many more of them after that. If anybody was around him when he'd say those smart lines, he would say, "Ar!-Ar!-Ar!-Ar!" They'd shake their heads, shrug their shoulders and laugh. Since he was The Prince Of Danville, heir to the throne, he had it made. Actually, he had it, "made-in-the-shade" even at night.

One day when his parents, the king and queen, told him he couldn't go play with his friends at the dirt-pile because it wasn't the kind of thing a future king would ever get caught doing, he said, "Don't worry. Nobody will ever catch me doing that. I'm way too fast for that." his daddy told him it was time for a talk. When he told him all the things he couldn't do because it was wasn't royally acceptable, it crushed him deeply. They had to call in some prince-repairmen to fix him. Yet even then he wasn't a happy camper. That's because it wasn't royal behavior to do that sort of thing. His servants begged him to stay away from his pesent friends. When he told them he was old enough to make his own decisions without having to consult Mommy and Daddy all the time, they sent him to bed with no supper. They were both extremely ticked-off at him for even thinking those words.

That night while he was in the royal bed, he heard the sound of his window being opened, which made him sit up in bed. That was followed by the flapping of wings. Then it began panting heavily. When he asked, "Who are you?" a tired voice said, "Wait a minute. Let me catch my breath. It was just here a second ago. Ah! There it is! Got it! I'm your fairy-godfather. My wife sprained a jiblit playing rugby this afternoon. She likes that more than hockey, so I'm taking her place. I don't normally have to help people of royalty your highness You'll have to excuse me, but because you've got a prob, the big-Guy sent me down to this puny little planet to help you, believe it or not."

"Wow!" said Prince Al happily, "Don't I get 3 wishes or something?"

"Well, that's the usual practice, but don't get mad at me if I botch it. This is my first time doing this kind of thing. It's women's work."

"Well, my most immediate need is obvious," replied Prince Al, "Can you please make me be the kind of prince my kingdom would love?"

"Of course," said the ferry-godfather. He waved his wand and in a poor of smoke, he was turned into foot,-"prints," but after several seconds passed, something told him that wasn't what he meant, so the ferry-Godfather waved his wand and brought him back to normal.

"Hay! That was not funny!" said the prince with a scowl, "There's nothing worse than a flipping fairy-failure! Phooey! Fudge! I just wish I could have my way for once in my royal life!" said Al with a scowl.

"No way!" said the ferry-Godthing, "You are flat out of wishes, my friend! That's what The Fairy Rule Book says. Here's your receipt." Then he raised his wand up over his head, but before he could do anything else, Al grabbed him around the neck and hissed, "I don't think so, buzzard-beak! You're gonna grant me some wishes or I'll, I'll,"

"Yeah? You'll what? Huh? Turn me into a frog? Then my friends will say, 'I, 'toad' you not to mess with that jerk!' I don't think so!" He grasped the fairy Godfather tightly in his hand and squeezed a little bit. "You're gonna make me an offer I can't refuse, like the Godfather."

"I can't grant you any more wishes." said the ferry God-thing, "It's against the rules. Besides, you broke my wand. That means no, aw, good gravy! This is another fine mess you've gotten me into, Olly!"

Prince Al said, "Alright, but you're going to help my wish come true. You can start by following my rules. Walk this way, if you can follow my directions to a T." then he started creeping out the door so nobody could notace him. Yet when the pixie tried to copy his walk, then his little legs wouldn't allow it. "I'll take a raincheck on that," he said.

The problem with being a prince is that everything is so royal for him everywhere he looked, so that meant he had to shut his eyes. Yet that also opened up other problems. Namely bumping into things when he'd walk the royal hall. That caused the need for some royal Band-Aids in various parts of his anatomy. When his mamma heard about him having to take so many trips to the royal infirmary for more Band-Aids on various parts of his royal anatomy, his parents frowned.

Then one day he ordered a nave to bring him a t v so that he could see what life was like for the peasants. As he watched a movie about some knight going to sley a dragon, it intrigued him. He had to find out what life was like beyond the protection of the castle. The only way to do that would be to sneak out at night when everybody was asleep. As he walked past the huge building his parents had built for him to enjoy, he came upon a building that was so incredibly tall it gave him a neckache to look up at it. That's when he heard somebody singing. It sounded like a beautiful girl's voice. When she finished her song, he applauded and yelled, "Bravo! Very good! More! Keep it up!"

When she looked out of her window and saw the prince, who was dressed in sevillian's clothes he'd bought from a royal Walmart. She yelled, "Are you crazy? Go away! You're in grave danger here! Well, you're kind of cute though! Now, have you come to rescue me, sir?"

"Uh, I guess so," replied the prince, who was shocked to hear her ask him such an odd question. He didn't see how anybody that beautiful would be a prisoner in that extremely high cassel which was slightly smaller than the one he was from. "How can I help you, sweetheart?"

"You'd better run!" the pretty girl said in a grumpy voice, "There's a dragon guarding this building, and he's especially fond of red-heads!"

Since the girl was a red-head like him, he knew that he had to rescue that damsel who was definitely in distress. Yet as he started to climb up a tree to get closer, a gigantic dragon came out from behind the building. He was about 14 feet-tall, had orange polkadots, purple feet, had 3 eyes, 1 in the center of his head and breathing fire and smoke. He looked like an everyday, ordinary run-of-the-mills dragon.

While the prince was trying to figure out a way he could save the beautiful damsel in distress without waking up the over-sized fire-breathing monster, the thing opened his gigantic eyes. They were not exactly Betty Davis eyes by any means. The dragon roared loud which sent the knight flying through the air, landing about 20 feet away, which really did shake him up. Since he had no weapons of any kind, he did the smartest thing, that was run like the wind. Since the dragon had wings, he could fly through the air after him. They both ran over the top of a mountain so they both were out of sight. Everybody knew what was about to happen, it wasn't good for the knight. That's when a paster named Bishop Fuller, because he's a lot fuller of the Word then anybody in town, preached a really sad eulogy saying, "Greater love has no man then to lay down his life for his friends." It was truly a tear-filled message he preached. There was nothing anybody could have said which would have made any difference in the atmosphere. Since they didn't even have a body to berry, since it had been burned up then devoured by the dragon, they had nothing to bury or burn.

After they had made a monument to commemorate the body, there was nothing to burn or berry. That was the saddest part of it all.

Just then the voice of the little knight came across the whole congregation saying, "What did I miss? Did somebody die here?"

All the villagers came to pick up the knight, but he told them to set him down because he had something to show them. That's when he walked away then came back leading the dragon. While everybody screamed, he said, "Don't be afraid. Just looky at what he can do!" He led the dragon towards the biggest hotel in Danville and said, "Now."

That's when the dragon blew a little fire out to, "keep the home fires burning," as they say. Since dragons live forever, he held that job for all eternity, so whenever there was a power-outage he would light up the sky with his fire and kept the hole metropolis of Danville warm all winter long. He also stayed awake every night since dragons don't need a lot of sleep. He also fanned the wind to cool things off in the summer. Plus, whenever anybody in town felt bad, he'd go to their house personally to cheer them up and so, like the best-written children's stories of all-time will officially finish up with, "THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER !!!!" ------------------------------------------

The end. By, Cu Roye.