In the Kingdom of Nisnocsiw,
"Try to say that three times fast." Said George, then he tried to say it three times fast. "Nis-Nis-Nisno-Niscino-Nickypie. I can't even say it once."
"You can't even write it three times fast." Said Michael as he tried to write Nisnocsiw three times fast.
"Guys!!" The Narrator shouted. "We are in the middle of a story!"
"Then why are you talking? We should be doing the story." Said David.
"We'll try once more." Said The Narrator, while trying to fight off a headache.
In the Kingdom of Nisnocsiw a young boy named Peter Thorkelson...
"YAWN! Is it just me or is this really boring." Said George as he relaxed under a tree.
"Maybe if you let me finish." Said the Narrator.
"Who's stopping you?" Ask Michael as he also relaxed under the tree.
"Why?" Asked the Narrator. "Why do I have this job?!"
"Cause it pays good." Said Peter.
"That's it, I quit!!" Shouted the Narrator as he walked out the door.
"Is it possible for a made-up character to walk out of a story?" Asked David.
"He's doing it." Said George, still resting under the tree.
"I guess we'll have to do it ourselves." Said Michael.
It was their plan all along.
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Once upon a time in a land far away there was a Kingdom; this Kingdom was split into three parts. The first part was the castle where The King, Queen, Princes, Princesses and other higher-ups lived. The secend part was for Knights and other people who worked for the King that weren't higher-ups but weren't peasants and the third part was where the peasants lived. The first part was rich, the secend part wasn't rich or poor, somewhere in between, and the third part was very, very, VERY poor. You're probably thinking "What does this have to do with the Knightkees?" Well, we'll start with the third part of the Kingdom.
A young man with brown hair and eyes was grooming one of the horses in the stable. His name was David and he worked as a stable boy and his father was a Blacksmith. You'd think with jobs like that, getting horses ready for a battle and everything that they'd at least be living in the secend part of the Kingdom, but no. He, his Father and three Sisters lived in a small house, very small.
Even though they were poor they were happy. One day while David was grooming the horse a Knight walked up to him.
"Is my horse ready yet, shorty?"
It was Sir Lancelot. Because of his name he thought he was more special then everybody else.
"Not yet." Said David, not paying attention to what Lancelot called him.
"Well hurry up, shorty." Said Lancelot. "I need him for the joust."
"The joust?" David loved the jousting and hoped to someday joust himself. "I'll joust someday."
"You'd never be able to joust." Said Lancelot with a laugh.
"Why not? My Father was a Knight, until he had to stop because he was hurt in battle."
"Cause you're too short, shorty!" Lancelot laughed at his joke.
"Your name should be talkelot." Said David and he saw fumes coming out of Lancelot's ears.
"You talk big but I bet I could beat you!" Said David, looking him in the eye.
"Wanna have a little contest shorty?" Asked Lancelot, also looking him in the eye.
"That'd be smashing."
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David put on his helmet. The armor was a little big for him and he couldn't see through the helmet so he took off all his armor.
"What are you doing?" Asked his sister Lynda who was there to watch. "You need the armor on!"
"I'll be fine." Said David as he mounted his horse.
"Are you ready, Shrimp?" Asked Lancelot.
"Got tired of saying shorty?" David told him as Lynda handed him his lance.
Fumes came out of his ears again. Lynda held up a flag and after a long pause she waved the flag.
"GO!"
They charged at each other, lances down, then David was able to duck Lancelot's lance and was able to hit him with his. Because David had been working with his Father he was very strong and Lancelot fell off his horse.
"David is the winner!" Called out Lynda and she gave her little brother a big hug.
"I'll get you next time!" Shouted Lancelot.
Then a big crowd came to David.
"You did a great job out there."
"How did you do it?"
"Why are you not wearing your armor?"
"You handled that like a pro."
Then Sir Basil Foster, a retired Knight who now spent his days training Knights walked up to David.
"I like the way you did that boy, how would you like to do this for a living?"
David didn't know what to say. He, jousting? He thought about what his Father would say. His father hated Knights. He's hated them ever since that day that a sickly Knight came to their house and David's Mom took care of him and she caught his sickness and the Knight lived but she died.
Would his Father stop him from jousting? The thing he wanted to do?
"Do it David." David looked at his older Sister. "Go ahead David, I'll somehow get Daddy to approve."
He gave his Sister a big hug, then he turned to Sir Basil.
"When do I start?"