A Knight Time Story

     Once upon a time in a land not so far away, there lived a great king who reigned o’er his kingdom with wisdom and authority.  His subjects all adored their mighty king and they felt that theirs was the choicest of all the lands.

     The king had a very large round table which had twenty-five strong wooden chairs.  The reason for so many chairs, of course, was because he had chosen twenty-four knights to be his advisory committee, fellow conquering staff and sword-carrying riding buddies.  The king’s own chair sported a comfortable purple seat cushion, embedded semi-precious jewels and a vibrating foot rest.

     The contented subjects worked and played, ate and slept, laughed and talked with each other.  No one argued, no one fought, and no one overate.  All was well in this peaceful kingdom

     Until…

     One day, an enormous elephant walked through the entrance of the kingdom and lumbered along the streets until he came near to the royal fountain in the center of the royal courtyard.  There the elephant stood in all his great size and overwhelming cumbersomeness.  He simply stood there for all to see and wonder, “What shall we do?”

     The kingdom bells rang out summoning the twenty-four knights from their very large round table, who valiantly, although somewhat cautiously, approached to within a close enough distance to the massive beast to constitute bravery.

     The king, sent word from his royal throne, for his noble knights to assess the situation:

“This is our lucky day!” cried Sir Rendipity

“I imagine so,” sighed Sir Real

“My, but he’s round!” said Sir Cumference

“We have plenty of room in the barn for him,” noted Sir Plus

“He must work if he wants to eat,” demanded Sir Vitude

“Let’s take a poll,” suggested Sir Vey

“Um… I just remembered my dental appointment,” mumbled Sir Comvent

“My saddle might fit him,” thought Sir Ket

“His small intestines must be thirty miles long!” whispered Sir Jickle

“There’s only one way to find out,” replied Sir Jury

“I wouldn’t want him to step on me,” said Sir Pent

“The curve of his nose is quite interesting,” observed Sir Penteen

“I’ll bet he sings bass?” asked Sir Optimist

“He looks good to me,” quipped Sir Fess

“I wonder what he needs,” thought Sir Vant

“It’s just a guess, but I have a theory he may bite,” cautioned Sir Mize

“I don’t trust him one bit!” grumbled Sir Lee

“Eh!  My uncle usta have one ‘o dees!” commented Sir Acuse

“Perhaps we could train him to work,” suggested Sir Viss

“We’d better put him down.” insisted Sir Inje

“Is he wearing any identification?” questioned Sir Tifye

“Check his teeth,” instructed Sir Ka

“Run!” cried Sir Render

“No!  We’re still alive!” shouted Sir Vivor

     Without warning, the elephant slowly turned his enormous body with considerable ease and sauntered back through the entrance gate of the kingdom, never to be seen again.

     ~The End~

Author's Note:  This might be a true story… then again, it might not. 

Sir Call.

~ae