November 16, 2011

One night, while I was doing the dishes, Finnley was valiantly protecting me from dragons; which I was naturally very grateful for. Dragons are sneaky creatures, and you never know what will creep up on you while you’re elbow-deep in soap bubbles.

He was not a Knight, though. He was a Prince.

In fact, he was no ordinary Prince—he was a very “clever Prince.” He insisted that the Prince always destroyed the dragon better than the Knight because he got the hoes from the tower.

I said, “you get what from the tower?” He said… “the Prince has to get the hoes from the tower. That’s why I can kill the dragon because I’m the only one that can get the hoes from the high tower.” Hrrrmmmm? Continue Reading