A young squire wanted to be a great hero. A kindly wizard gave him a flying pickle that he could ride into battle. One day a messenger rode breathless into the castle.
‘The Mongols have captured Princess Penelope!’
The King turned to the squire. ‘Can your magic pickle fly fast enough to save her?’
A young squire wanted to be a great hero. A kindly wizard gave him a flying pickle that he could ride into battle. One day a messenger rode breathless into the castle.
‘The Mongols have captured Princess Penelope!’
The King turned to the squire. ‘Can your magic pickle fly fast enough to save her?’
‘Yes, I will hie on this dill.’