Jeremy sat down and pulled his map out of his rucksack.
He was on a great adventure, A quest like the great knights of old. The ones he read about in school. King Arthur and the round table.
He’d packed his bag that very morning and set out into the wilderness. He’d got a strawberry jam sandwich, cut into triangles like his Mum would do. Maybe not quite as neatly, he used his penknife, which he’d blunted last year by trying to chop down a tree with it.
He also had found his dads old hipflask, it had been filled with the most disgusting looking brown liquid, ‘positively hazardous to health’, thought Jeremy as he’d tipped it down the sink, rinsed it out and replaced it with orange squash instead. It still had a funny tang to it, but then you had to put up with a lot when you went adventuring.
So armed with food and drink and dressed in his favourite pullover, bright yellow in colour, and his red hat, he’d set out. A knight had to wear bright colours to show he was on a quest, or so he’d read.
He had been gone for an hour before he decided to pull out the map and find out where he was.
Down in the old Yew tree thicket, not far from the boundary of the Kingdom.
He knew he wasn’t allowed to go any further than this point, so slowly he began to retrace his steps.
He hadn’t found any treasure on this trip, but there was always next weekend.
Just then, he heard a noise from behind a nearby bush.
Jeremy pulled out his penknife and shouted “Who goes there? Friend or Foe?”
He’d read that that was the proper thing to say when you were a Knight.
A rabbit jumped out onto the path in front of him. It looked at him with unblinking brown eyes and twitched its nose.
Jeremy thought it looked so squeezable and huggable, so he tried to catch it.
Strangely enough, the wild rabbit let him pick it up.
The quest wasn’t a failure, after all, he’d found himself a faithful pet if only his parents will let him keep it.
Holding it gently, he walked back to his castle. Or as most people saw it, the cottage in the park.
Jeremy’s father was the park’s groundskeeper and the cottage came with the job. It provided Jeremy with the best place ever to feed his imagination though.
This story was written for the Tell the Story challenge that I was tagged in by Teresa, the Haunted Wordsmith. Thank you, Teresa, for tagging me. Please click on the link and read her story here:
So now I have to nominate three people and give them a picture for them to write a story.
I have decided to nominate the person who began the Tell the Story challenge, The Eclectic Contrarian:
And here is your picture: