The Lost Prophet
‘It is the cold of night, and all who sleep is in their beds tucked away into a cold nights slumber, I, Don Quixote, am their only hope of ever recovering the courage and determination they need in order to get through the night. But first, I must fight my evil half twin, Leeward the Lucif. He is always attacking the village’s humanity and good will towards others, and trying to make them feel, um, stupid! So I must seek out this evil made man and stop him before he drinks all of the wine and really throws people over the edge!’
Don grabs his trusty sword of a thousand truths, his helmet of integrity, and his hello kitty blanket for the slumber that awaits him in the cold night. As he is walking down the hollow’s edge he remembers he is forgetting something. ‘Hmm, this is taking a little longer than I thought! Oh, yes, that’s right! I need a horse!’ As runs back to get his horse, Poseidon the Great, he stumbles across an old man who asks him for some wine and cheese. ‘I do not have time, my old friend, for I am off to fight my evil half twin who is disrupting the night!’ says Don Quixote. The old man looks at in him in disbelief of his ignorance and stupidity. The old man says ‘Don, don’t you realize that it is the middle of daylight, you still have your pajamas on, plus you are only walking to the barn where Lee is working on his toy car with your father? He is only 5 years old my boy, and you are a grown man. You, my friend, need some help.’ Don replies, ‘Psh, you will see, in ten years, this boy will become a dark sinister!’ And Don runs down to his house and becomes side tracked to a shiny fishing pole his father just got.
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