Dragon Hunters Page #3

No, it's not.

It certainly is.

She is absolutely right. Knitting

is for old ladies.

The truth is my mother taught me

and knitting relaxes me ...

especially after a long hard day.

So scram, scat, and go

play with good old fido.

You really have a super ton of scars, sir.

Say, those are hunting wounds,

right?

Do they hurt? Me too. I've got some.

That one was a wild squirrel when I

was playing in the trees.

And rhat was a duck that was

fabulously angry one day.

We used to have tons of ducks before

my parents died of Cholera.

And then my uncle brought me

to his fortress.

Don't you ever get tired?

Sure, but I always need a

bed time story to get me to sleep.

A bed time story?

Oh yes, just a short one.

Please, sir.

You mean just one short story

and you go to sleep?

Hey hey, no problem then, but it's one story

and then bedie bye, right? Then you fall asleep, okay?

Let's do it.

Silver Knight Gothic.

And brave Silver Knight Gothic wrenched

the terrifying creature out of the shadows,

His shiny scales were dripping

blood from the children he had just devoured ...

and whose terrifying screams still echoed

in the bone chilling wind of the labarynth.

The fat slimy creature growled ...

revealing his

sharp, crooked, yellow fangs

he moved away from the oozing wall.

The Silver Knight Gothic stared him

straight in the eye and said,

with a voice that did not waiver:

I am not afraid of you,

dreadful thing

for my heart is pure

as a fresh water spring.

With my silver daggers

I shall lop off your head ...

and justice will be done only

when you are dead.

And the Silver Knight Gothic threw his silver daggers

that sparkle like diamonds

and the monster died a terrible agony.

Well, I never ...

It's no wonder this girl

is a live wire.

Kids should not be reading this stuff.

Hey, she is fast asleep, Lian-Chu,

This is our chance, lets go.

Hey, Lian-Chu, are you asleep?

Come on, Lian-Chu,

Get up. Can you hear me?

Lian-Chu, wake up.

Hurry will ya', yah, look at me.

Get up, get up, come on, come on Lian-Chu.

Hey buddy, wake up.

Can you hear me?

Have a bad sleep?

Tonight if you start snoring

again, I'm chopping of your nose.

I was faking.

What?

You did that?

But that is immoral.

One doesn't abandon

children in the woods ...

Of course you do.

Our little farm Lian-Chu It's right there.

And you because of some little girl who thinks ..

She will get lost.

I'm ready.

Me, what I really like is a bulgarian omelette,

are the little pieces of mushrooms inside ...

Mmm, unreal ... so I ate the little pieces of mushrooms and

then Gildas he tries to make me eat the eggs.

How bout' you, do you like eggs, sir Lian-Chu?

To be honest, eggs, well I think they smell like stinky ...

Yeah, well ...

We are lost, too old buddy.

Okay, let's be honest,

it's surely not that way.

On the other hand if we take the little

side bridge there, we reach

the pretty little field of daisies

where we were yesterday.

But sir Gwizdo, isn't it that way to the

end of the world?

Okay, so it's fabulously unreal

that were taking you with us on our little adventure,

Why don't you bug off and

let us work.

And besides, no kid's

gonna teach me my geography, ok?

Lensflair. It's sir Lensflair,

one of my uncle's best knights.

Anatole, are you okay?

back off you loony critters,

leave me in peace.

What? But your'e not

animals, are you?

No, its me, Zo.

Zo?

Don't you recognize me?

He's stark raving mad.

He wasn't like that before.

Zo!

I do not fear you, ugly thing.

My heart is pure as

a fresh water spring.

Over there, don't you see a knight?

Quiet, do as

I say, go home.

But, my lord, the World Gobbler?

Forget the World Gobbler, kid. ...

Are you spilling the beans again you old chatterbox?

No, no I'm not spilling the beans ...

Hey! That's sir Gwizdo and the great knight,

Lian-Chu.

And they are gonna make kindling

out of the World Gobbler.

What? But your mad ...

Yes, you are.

You are mad ... Aren't you? ...

Answer me, I know they are ...

Your mad, mad, I know you are mad.

I'm mad, I'm mad ...

everybody's mad!

Mad, mad ...

I am so mad that I'm mad about being mad.

Sir Lian-Chu, do you often have nightmares?

Me too, often.

The same one.

With the skeleton dragon, enormous, and I scream

and scream but nothing comes out of my mouth.

And the Skeleton Dragon carries

off everyone in sight.

Sir Lian-Chu ... something around here

smells bad.

And besides, my stomach is in knots,

my hands

are sweaty, and my legs are shaking.

And cold sweat's running down my neck.

Is that normal?

- Sir Lian-Chu, I think ..

I want to ... go back home.

- Shhh ....

The end of the world.

Where did that village come from?

Scary ghost town,

or stinky forest?

Scary ghost town.

What's the problem?

The big tree.

Yeah, what about it?

Those leaves are really strange.

Good riddance stinky leaves.

It's the crazy bats from the bridge!

Open up.

Sir Gwizdo, open the door ...

Whoa! not the ears, not the ears!

Good move with the barrel, kid.

Yes .. go find your own.

Quit bothering the sheep!

I'll bury you alive, you ugly beast!

b Hey bats foo on you, Sir Lian-Chu is

too strong for you. / b / i/b

b Hey bats foo on you, Sir Lian-Chu is

too strong for you. / b / i/b

Sir Gwizdo he left me all alone

with the disgusting bats.

I called for help, and he didn't budge.

I knocked on the door, but

he didn't even open it.

And to think we could be

relaxing on our little farm.

We have been talking about our

little farm for eons, right?

Even since Mother Hubbards little

orphan paradise.

Hey, do you remember when we were kids?

When I taught you how to hide

cookies in your underpants,

so the other

kids wouldn't steal them.

And you gave a wedgie to the big guy with

lice every time he took my cookies!

When the World Gobbler is dead,

we can have our little farm.

Oh, right ... the great knight Lian-Chu

is going to say to the World Gobbler:

b I do not fear you ugly thing.

/ b / i/b

And poof, the World Gobbler is dead, and we're

all happy as pigs.

Stop.

I'm not finished.

And then nature blossoms

and everything is green,

and are little white bunnies

flying all over the place.

Stop!

We're all gonna die!

Because of some little girl

that dreams of knights,

but life's is not a fairy tale.

In real life,

knights, they always die.

I don't want you die, Lian-Chu!

So why don't you step off the village,

if you don't want to come?

Oh, so that's the way it is, huh?

Well that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

Farewell and good riddance, Knight Lian-Chu.

Move.

Why is sir Gwizdo leaving?

Because he says

we are all going to die.

Oh that's a crock of poop.

Maybe he is right, after all.

No, he is not right.

You are the strongest,

stronger than Silver Knight Gothic.

Gwizdo says that life

isn't a fairy tale.

What does sir Gwizdo know anyway?

And Besides, who is that Gwizdo?

Lord Pain in the Butt?

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