Well, here's the FIRST of our Knightly Outdoor Fighting Adventures. Officer Don says we "might as well get it over with",
adding that by now all of Knottwood knows about his shameful defeat at the hands of Michael of the Purple Flame. "It won't surprise
ANYone," he sighs ruefully. "Small children now shoot peas at me in the street. The Lindquist triplets lobbed a barrage of tomatoes
over their garden wall and knocked off my hat as I bicycled by. Somebody ELSE wrote "Offiser Don is big fat selfhish meeny who ride
like a sak of poop" on the wall of Knottwood Police Station - And old Mrs. Violet Goat, my most fervent admirer, not only told
me I was Not Allowed to rescue her cat from the roof anymore, but that all helpings of her famous plum cake would Permanently Cease."
We just CAN'T understand why he seems so darned CHEERFUL about it!
Sir Donald can't WAIT for his turn to fight!
Full of confidence and poise, he enters the ring...
My, doesn't he look NOBLE...
"Oh NO! I'm facing Michael of the Purple FLAME!"
"Only one thing FOR it... Must... keep...circling!"
"Oh NO - he's GAINING on me!..."
"Run AWAAAAAY! Run AWAAAAAY!"
Something WHISTLES past Sir Donald's ears!
The PURPLE FLAME lives up to it's NAME!
"Officer Don, are you OKAY?..."
Sir Donald limps off the field with what dignity he can muster...
...RIGHT past his cheering wife, Cheryl!
"THAT'll larn ya, Mr. You-Don't-Match-My-COSTUME!"
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