Walter. “I wondered where you were. That silly girl shut the door in my face! Did you see the princess, Sir Roland? Are you going to marry her?”
“Princess? Don’t be silly, Walter!” roared the reply. “There’s only one woman I’m interested in. And, oh joy! There she is! Come here, my darling!”
To Sir Percy’s horror, Sir Roland suddenly lumbered out of the bushes towards him – with Walter in hot pursuit.
“Arrgh! Help!” yelped Sir Percy.
He looked about for somewhere to run.
“A tree, Sir Percy!” I cried.
Sir Percy scrambled frantically up the nearest tree. But he wasn’t quite fast enough. Sir Roland grabbed his dress and started to pull.
“Come to your Rolykins, my darling!” bellowed Sir Roland. “Just one little peck for your Rolykins!”
“Stop, Sir Roland!” wailed Walter, trying to pull him off Sir Percy. “What are you doing?” He turned and glared at me. “You’re behind this, Fatbottom, I know it! What have you done to my master?”
And then someone else appeared out of the bushes.
“Coo-eee! Found you, you naughtyPercy-wercy! Come down from that tree and give us a kiss!”
The High Steward!
“CEDRIC!” shrieked Sir Percy, as she, too, grabbed hold of his dress.
“My word!” gasped Peggy. “Have they both gone bonkers?”
“Er – long story,” I said. “I’ll tell you later. Let’s help my master first!”
Walter, Patchcoat, Peggy and I all tried to drag Sir Roland and the High Steward off. But I reckon the potion must have given the pair of them superhuman strength. They just clung on even harder.
“Mine!” wailed Sir Roland.
“Mine!” whined the High Steward.
“Good grief!” cried another voice. As if things couldn’t get any worse, the princess strode out of the bushes followed by several guards. “Sir Roland! Countess! What is the meaning of this? Why is Sir Percy still here?
And why
is he wearing my best frock?”
“Help!” cried Sir Percy. “I can’t hold on much longer!”
RRRRIIIIPP!
The pulling was too much for Sir Percy’s dress. With a horrible tearing sound, the whole lower part suddenly came away.
“My dress!” cried the princess, as all six of us went flying backwards – and landed in the lake with a terrific SPLASH!
The guards ran to help us out.
“What’s going on?” said Sir Roland.
“Where am I?” said the High Steward.
It must have been the shock of the cold water. The love potion had suddenly worn off.
“Yikes,” I muttered to Patchcoat, as I shook the stinking pond-slime from my clothes. “The princess is going to be SO mad!”
“I’m not so sure about that,” chuckled Patchcoat. “Look!”
Her Royal Highness was in hysterics, with tears of laughter running down her face. And then I saw Sir Percy.
“Now look here!” he said. “Willsomeone
please
help me down?”
He was still dangling from the tree, wearing only half a dress. And no wonder the princess was laughing.
His bare bottom was on display for all to see.
“Sir Percy was really lucky!” said Patchcoat.
“Lucky?” I said. “He was
so
embarrassed!” It was going to take a
long
time to get the picture of Sir Percy’s bottom out of my head.
“Yeah, but if he hadn’t given the princess such a good laugh she
definitely
would have locked him in the tower,” said Patchcoat. “And us, too, probably. Sir Percy was lucky she let him go as long as he promised to pay for
two
new dresses.”
It was early evening and we were almost home. Peggy had seen us off with a basketof food that she’d managed to sneak out of the kitchen of Noman Castle. Sir Percy was in front on Prancelot. He seemed a lot happier now he was back in his armour.
“But there’s still Sir Roland,” I said. “He’s bound to tell everyone what a ninny Sir Percy made of himself. He’ll be the laughing stock of the whole kingdom!”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” said Patchcoat. “After all, Sir Percy wasn’t the one chasing around after a
“Princess? Don’t be silly, Walter!” roared the reply. “There’s only one woman I’m interested in. And, oh joy! There she is! Come here, my darling!”
To Sir Percy’s horror, Sir Roland suddenly lumbered out of the bushes towards him – with Walter in hot pursuit.
“Arrgh! Help!” yelped Sir Percy.
He looked about for somewhere to run.
“A tree, Sir Percy!” I cried.
Sir Percy scrambled frantically up the nearest tree. But he wasn’t quite fast enough. Sir Roland grabbed his dress and started to pull.
“Come to your Rolykins, my darling!” bellowed Sir Roland. “Just one little peck for your Rolykins!”
“Stop, Sir Roland!” wailed Walter, trying to pull him off Sir Percy. “What are you doing?” He turned and glared at me. “You’re behind this, Fatbottom, I know it! What have you done to my master?”
And then someone else appeared out of the bushes.
“Coo-eee! Found you, you naughtyPercy-wercy! Come down from that tree and give us a kiss!”
The High Steward!
“CEDRIC!” shrieked Sir Percy, as she, too, grabbed hold of his dress.
“My word!” gasped Peggy. “Have they both gone bonkers?”
“Er – long story,” I said. “I’ll tell you later. Let’s help my master first!”
Walter, Patchcoat, Peggy and I all tried to drag Sir Roland and the High Steward off. But I reckon the potion must have given the pair of them superhuman strength. They just clung on even harder.
“Mine!” wailed Sir Roland.
“Mine!” whined the High Steward.
“Good grief!” cried another voice. As if things couldn’t get any worse, the princess strode out of the bushes followed by several guards. “Sir Roland! Countess! What is the meaning of this? Why is Sir Percy still here?
And why
is he wearing my best frock?”
“Help!” cried Sir Percy. “I can’t hold on much longer!”
RRRRIIIIPP!
The pulling was too much for Sir Percy’s dress. With a horrible tearing sound, the whole lower part suddenly came away.
“My dress!” cried the princess, as all six of us went flying backwards – and landed in the lake with a terrific SPLASH!
The guards ran to help us out.
“What’s going on?” said Sir Roland.
“Where am I?” said the High Steward.
It must have been the shock of the cold water. The love potion had suddenly worn off.
“Yikes,” I muttered to Patchcoat, as I shook the stinking pond-slime from my clothes. “The princess is going to be SO mad!”
“I’m not so sure about that,” chuckled Patchcoat. “Look!”
Her Royal Highness was in hysterics, with tears of laughter running down her face. And then I saw Sir Percy.
“Now look here!” he said. “Willsomeone
please
help me down?”
He was still dangling from the tree, wearing only half a dress. And no wonder the princess was laughing.
His bare bottom was on display for all to see.
“Sir Percy was really lucky!” said Patchcoat.
“Lucky?” I said. “He was
so
embarrassed!” It was going to take a
long
time to get the picture of Sir Percy’s bottom out of my head.
“Yeah, but if he hadn’t given the princess such a good laugh she
definitely
would have locked him in the tower,” said Patchcoat. “And us, too, probably. Sir Percy was lucky she let him go as long as he promised to pay for
two
new dresses.”
It was early evening and we were almost home. Peggy had seen us off with a basketof food that she’d managed to sneak out of the kitchen of Noman Castle. Sir Percy was in front on Prancelot. He seemed a lot happier now he was back in his armour.
“But there’s still Sir Roland,” I said. “He’s bound to tell everyone what a ninny Sir Percy made of himself. He’ll be the laughing stock of the whole kingdom!”
“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” said Patchcoat. “After all, Sir Percy wasn’t the one chasing around after a
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