I knew I had kept this..
Written in the summer of about 1985 (give or take a year) by Brandon
A Princely Dilemma
Once upon a time, in a land very far, far, far fetched, a kingdom had a young prince named, yes, you guessed it, Maynard. His room was a disgusting, filthy, pathetic mess. The king would not let Maynard have princess Banana Split's hand until he vanquished the spreading refuse from his chambers.
"My boy, there comes a time in every man's life when he must be bold, brave, and daring and clean up his room," said the wizened old king.
The prince, of course, didn't believe a work of it, but politely replied:
"Yes, your majesty, it is a feat I will throw my body and soul into accomplishing! I will not rest until I have defeated the vile scum that resides in my royal bedchambers!" ("You old windbag," he muttered under his breath.)
And so the prince of old drew forth his shining sword of power, named "Hoover" and cleaned the pus from the festering wound of his room. Soon not a dust-dragon dared show hide nor hair.
So young prince Maynard won his prize, but forsook his princess Banana Split for a young servant girl named Hot Fudge Sunday (sic).
The End.
I think he was about 11 when he wrote this little essay.
A Princely Dilemma
Once upon a time, in a land very far, far, far fetched, a kingdom had a young prince named, yes, you guessed it, Maynard. His room was a disgusting, filthy, pathetic mess. The king would not let Maynard have princess Banana Split's hand until he vanquished the spreading refuse from his chambers.
"My boy, there comes a time in every man's life when he must be bold, brave, and daring and clean up his room," said the wizened old king.
The prince, of course, didn't believe a work of it, but politely replied:
"Yes, your majesty, it is a feat I will throw my body and soul into accomplishing! I will not rest until I have defeated the vile scum that resides in my royal bedchambers!" ("You old windbag," he muttered under his breath.)
And so the prince of old drew forth his shining sword of power, named "Hoover" and cleaned the pus from the festering wound of his room. Soon not a dust-dragon dared show hide nor hair.
So young prince Maynard won his prize, but forsook his princess Banana Split for a young servant girl named Hot Fudge Sunday (sic).
The End.
I think he was about 11 when he wrote this little essay.