“The scene: A frightening dash through the woods, bravely duelling with all the horrors that the evil forest thrusts upon us with all its dark and wicked cruelty.
The characters: The bravest, most noble knights that were ever sent upon earth to free it of all its misdeeds!
The victim-”

“If you keep that up Talkie, you’re going to convince the rest of the world that you aren’t quite right in the head”

“Sleepy! I was going through a powerful monologue, I was…how they say, getting into the character”

“Of a knight?”

“Yes”

“Ah. Shall we forget momentarily that you already are one then?”

“Oh Sleepalot you simply do not understand! It’s just so…so boring out here! The last time we did this there was danger on every turn, a true horror just lurking in those dark shadowy corners. But now, with the new roads and the ‘lets plant a blooming flower with every step we take’ campaign, the adventure is simply missing. The most horrible incident on this quest so far has been the huge amounts they extort from us at the toll booths. And frankly I’m not fond of the smell of roses, gets quite sickening after awhile.”

“Yes, well I warned you it wasn’t going to be what you expected. For God’s sake Talkie the dragons were all put out years ago, as did forests lose their ‘dark magic’, as you refer to it, eons before. But you are right about the roses. Not all they are made out to be, can’t imagine why the maidens are all starry eyed about them”

“Well, you can hardly blame me for creating my own little escapades then, can you?” was the sulky reply.

The two knights started when their horses began to thrash around, seemingly afraid of an animal that was wriggling behind a huge bush. Sir Talkalot drew out his sword, at the same time trying to calm his greying horse.

A red, bright red, fox stepped (quite regally) from behind the bushes and bowed down to the knights.

“Sir Talkalot, Sir Sleepalot, I presume. I know the quest you have accepted, and have taken it upon myself, for reasons you need not know, to help you,” the fox spoke out.

“Ay, and we should trust a talking fox because?” Sir Talkalot aimed the question at the fox. The fact that it talked didn’t surprise him in the least (he had seen much more in his days) but the fact that a clever red fox wanted to help them, well that was enough to make him raise an eyebrow or two.

One simply doesn’t trust a red fox.

“I’m afraid you have no choice sirs, I am the only one who can direct you in the direction you need to go in order to find this Fairy Godmother you seek.”

“Alright, share us with what knowledge you have” Sir Talkalot replied reluctantly (truth be told, at the moment, they were only going in circles, though Sir Sleepalot had yet to realise that).

The clever red fox gave them directions on the roads they must travel upon, in order to find a witch who would have more information on the lost fairy’s whereabouts. Having done what he had set out to do the clever red fox scurried away (regally) back into the bushes.

The two knights shared a look which clearly stated their suspicions about the clever red fox but decided to go on and travel in the direction given by the mysterious and elusive creature.

Eventually night crept upon them and they decided to camp for the night (one must not forget they were but old men inside the polished armours). As they set down their dinner (a couple of rats that had met a terrible end when Sir Sleepalot had dozed of whilst collecting firewood), the knights went around to check if the area was secure.

And walked straight into a trap.

Hanging upside down, with a leg each attached to a rope (which incidentally was tied to a tree), they came face to face with seven little men.

Seven very little men, who in fact looked very much like dwarves. Who didn’t have an inch of a smile on their faces and were each holding some variation of a knife or small swords.

“Well, Talkie, you wanted adventure,” sniffed Sir Sleepalot, not comfortable with the blood rush to his head.

Sir Talkalot grinned a grin of a Cheshire cat.

A/N: After a long absence I was suddenly graced by that elusive muse of mine…so here it is…the next chapter.

Labbi: There the next chapter…happy? Personally I identify a bit with Sir Sleepalot, I might have put in a bit of me in him.

Samilizzy: I’m glad you think it’s funny. Funny is what I try to achieve (inability to write humour and all that…).