Ok. I woke up this morning thinking about of all things Don Quixota . More then thinking about it I was feeling it. I think after 40 years I get it. So lets pretend you're five years old and I'll tell you a bed time story of Don Quixota.
Once upon a time in days of your when knights were bold and brave. They wore shining armor head to tow and road big war hourese called chargers. They spent their days fighting dragons and monsters. they protected the kingdom and most importing they rescued damsels in distress and damsels were always in desires. They were always locked in towers or being chased by witches or dragons. It was grate times but all to soon it was over. All of a sudan
all the damsels and princess were safe. All the dragons,trowels, and monsters of any kind were either dead or chased off. And all the knights were out of work. The kingdom was good, every one was happy. Meany years latter when the Knights were old and their armor was rusty from lack of use. One of the old knights his name was Don Quixota he had nothing to do but sit around the house all day, life was good but he wanted more. So one day he decided he was going to go on one last quest. He was hopping their was at least one more dragon for him to slay. So he bough an old skinny plow horse and got out his rusty armor and off he took. Everyone though he was just a craze old man who faintly lost it. The first person he met on his quest was a naboure by the name of Sancho. Now Sancho was a friend so he said he would go along and help Don as a squire and keep him out of trouble. So they road through the kingdom and every time they came to a windmill Don Quixota would see in his mind either a dragon or a giant with long arms tying to suat at him. And every time they came to a country inn he though it was a casal . But to make a long story short. This went on for a few years and one day wile battling yet another giant he was knocked off his mighty stead and died. The kingdom missed the caricature.
...................THE END..............
The moral of the story is crazy old Don Quixote died a happy a young hero fighting a giant, instead of an old man dieing of high cholesterol on his easy chair.
P.S. thanks for the header
Once upon a time in days of your when knights were bold and brave. They wore shining armor head to tow and road big war hourese called chargers. They spent their days fighting dragons and monsters. they protected the kingdom and most importing they rescued damsels in distress and damsels were always in desires. They were always locked in towers or being chased by witches or dragons. It was grate times but all to soon it was over. All of a sudan
all the damsels and princess were safe. All the dragons,trowels, and monsters of any kind were either dead or chased off. And all the knights were out of work. The kingdom was good, every one was happy. Meany years latter when the Knights were old and their armor was rusty from lack of use. One of the old knights his name was Don Quixota he had nothing to do but sit around the house all day, life was good but he wanted more. So one day he decided he was going to go on one last quest. He was hopping their was at least one more dragon for him to slay. So he bough an old skinny plow horse and got out his rusty armor and off he took. Everyone though he was just a craze old man who faintly lost it. The first person he met on his quest was a naboure by the name of Sancho. Now Sancho was a friend so he said he would go along and help Don as a squire and keep him out of trouble. So they road through the kingdom and every time they came to a windmill Don Quixota would see in his mind either a dragon or a giant with long arms tying to suat at him. And every time they came to a country inn he though it was a casal . But to make a long story short. This went on for a few years and one day wile battling yet another giant he was knocked off his mighty stead and died. The kingdom missed the caricature.
...................THE END..............
The moral of the story is crazy old Don Quixote died a happy a young hero fighting a giant, instead of an old man dieing of high cholesterol on his easy chair.
P.S. thanks for the header
10 comments:
come on dad is that all you can think of??? lol you are old
dad it was a good story so who cares what your old fat son says.
Great story dad... dont eeven listen to adam... what did he come up with on his blog today? I loved the story. Have a wonderful day!
I loved the story! You should have a story on your blog at least once a week! And as Olivia would say Lil Bro your just a Fat Ass!!! Just Kidding, I have no idea where she gets her vocabulary from but we're going to have to have a long talk with that girl...soon!
I loved the story! You should have a story on your blog at least once a week! And as Olivia would say Lil Bro your just a Fat Ass!!! Just Kidding, I have no idea where she gets her vocabulary from but we're going to have to have a long talk with that girl...soon!
three out of foure ant bad
Well it's really 4 out of 5 because I added mine twice!
My boys would love it!!!!!!!!!!! They love dragons!! a few years back we got Paboo a dragon outfit for halloween.....Slick came along....He wanted one too!! he got one and last year yep...So did Buck A boo!! And they are the wildest buch of dragons I have ever come across!!
OMG Becas ever hilarious!!
Hey I think thats a good idea..Skips Corner a story a week!!
Hey there... when you are composing a post, click on edit html...that changes your photos into words... we talked about that yesterday. I figured it out this morning. have a good day, Im off to work.
Good words.
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