okey so this is my new novellete that i am riting and it is based on a picshure i saw and it was on the front of a box of fuge that are arent'ie brote back from her hollendase. the picshure it is of a carstle from the olding days and it is nise and i imagen what it was be like to be back then. so this is that.
chapler ones
there on the hill is the very nice castle call castle lovely. inside the carsel ruling it was the two princeses pincess pease and pricess quiat. they rule the kindom very nice and the ony rules is to be kind to each others and cats and all of the anemals and be peacefilled gladly.
"it is nice that we are nice," said prinsers pease one morning.
"yes it is agrees" princes quiat. "espeical with our knite in our castle and he is sir goodeboye."
and sir goodboye was there. he was a cat knite and so brave and his fur it was like tha color of a custid creme biscuet or even a aprecot flaver yougert. and he was wering metal armer but on the inside it was soft to make it comformable to were like i think a sort of nittig? he did have just a smale sord but that was for emergancies olny and mostly time it had on it a sock/blade hat to make it more safely. he say "good morning highneses it is a good day to be a good boy and that is my name mr goodeboye."
and the princeses petted on him with there soft hanse and it felt nice to get afecting from prety ladies so much.
but then...... tha big windoes of the carsel all tall and colerful-like were shatted! in there flu a big and scaly dragin and it smeld like fire and on its back anofer cat knite in misterios black armer! oh no!
and each of its talens like a nashing cores of a hork or an eager was the priceses both!!! they were screming but only quiatly bc in carstle lovly it is only used 2 that.
and the mean cat nite on the dagrin was all like "i am SIR RODRIK THA DARK!!! i am takin these ladyes to mine casle CARSEL HARDROCK!!" and then the dargen flyed away.
"nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." scremed sir goodeboye sadly and madly and all upsetly. "the princessers! without them bein in castle lovly the hole kindom will be an UNIKINDOM! i must be goin on a BIG QUEST."
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before goin on his importment quest, sir goodeboye was shure to using his dustpan and brush to sweeping up all of the glass sharpings off of the flore. this is becuse it is dangerouse and he wanted tha carstle 2 be nise fore tha princeseses when they got homeagen.
then sir goodeboye went to the armorey to put on all his close and put all of his knitely objets into his backpacking. this encluded a chicken sandich for his lunchings and some potions of medicine in case of injery and a spare helmit just in case he forgot his main one on a log. and then he went outside 2 going to rescue the princesings.
outside the wether it was mosty still nice but becuse of the missing of the princeses the sky it was all cloudsome and heavy becuse the word was sad about the princesses and trysoharding not cry. sir goodboye step out on his fore metil bootings and thought so bavely "i am going to be so brave about it to save the princeses" and then he went.
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CARSEL HARDROCK was a crule and badsome place wich had been made by sir rodrick out of brocks of stinking cole. this is the cole deliverd by santer clores out of punishmint for his crimings each crismis, but sir rodrik liked the cole for making his caslel so every yere he would be more and more badsome for more cole bricks for his housing. and this year he kidnap the princesses partly so he can have enof cole brickings to build a patiyo for tha castle.
he flowed back 2 the castling atop his feirse dragon and he put the princesses in a hard metal cage in his livin room on a chain above his sofa. and the princeses cry and scream for mersy to not be in the cage and rodrik say "shut up, dumb pricnesses pease and quiat! i am sir rodrik and i am fierce and liking lound rockanrole so shutup about it!" and he presesed play on his stereo wich since it was oldandays was like a TAPE PLAYER with a flat black worm going roundannaround in a plastic slab to make the music wich is ritten on the worm's back. and the worm is singing rockanrolle and cryin!
sir rodrik took off his helmit and he was a black and white type cat with fearsome green stareballs on his face and a goatey beard of black fluff on his chin. he sits on his sofa and swishes his tale and shakes his pawes to the rockanroll music. it is such a loud noises that only a bad ppl could like such a thing, but sir rodrik is bad so that is what he likes. the dragin also kinda likes it but he kinda does not and he just puts up with it becuse sir rodrik is his bossing and he needs the old grotes and shillings from him to pay for his dragonhovel where he live.
"nobody is ever goin to stop me," scrouted sir rodrik.
"no, probs not," agreeing the dragon.
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sir goodeboye marched confedently down the countryside rode, becuse he knew he was good and his mishon was richeous. he sung a polite song as he was marchin and it was like a flutely song all cheerfilled.
but then he saw sitting on the curp all sad with his head in his litle hands a sort of yeller and black pompom with wings like a piese of plastic: a bee. the bee looked kindof sickerly and his fur was all rumpilled.
"oh no small bee are u okay?" asked sir goodeboye.
"wehwehwehwehweh," sadbuzed the bee, "i am a huny sucker for the bee queen's huny factory but i have run out of fuel and gone all tired so cannot sucking up anymore bee syrip with mine nose."
and sir goodeboye knew about the bee ppls and there huny factory fromtha taktfilled diplomaticking tha prinsesses did with tha other kindoms. and the bee queen was a nise lady who had come to casle lovely for many teaparties and bankwets in the past, and he didnot want a sisizen of beeworld to be sikerly.
"i have a poting in mine backpack made of suger and water that wolde perking u up so i will give it to u," he said, recing into his nitely metal backpacking.
he gave it to the bee, but the bee hesertated. "but donot you need the poting for ur quest? what if u get hurted and need it?"
"donot worry," said sir goodeboye. "i am a good boy and i kno to give things to ppls more importent than me."
"oh okey thank u sir night," said the bee and he unscrewed the lid from the poting and a bit of it kindof fizzed over the edges and then the bee drank the juice of the poting and it instantly made him so strong! his muskles grew all big and his suckpipe stoped being all shrivley and he started flyin around and doin lopety lopes and sucking up sauce of all the flowers.
"wawawawawawawawa," buzed hapily the bee. "i will use my antenners to send an email to the bee queen about ur goodnes, sir goodboye, and she wil golpe it and understand because that is our powers."
"thank u bee man that is nice," goodeboy said.
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and so sir goodeboy continued his jorneying, down tha rodes and thru tha fildes of all the flawas and plantes and sweeite smellie things. but then there was a big corner in the rode, like a gigantic letter r, and when sir goodeboye walked down it he saw it led to a bad bad land. there was allover the place plastec and litering and fast food packaging like that yeolde fastefood in shek where u get a BIG MACE as a toy. and also couches and broken furneshings on the lorns.
he sore there a smal hovil made of sad sad brickings and outside of there a sad sad lady dragon doing her lorndry in a nasty mudy pudle. her blankets for her bed were geting so nasty and she was cryin about it. and there was also a dragon child who looked all sad becuse of his lack of toyes.
"forwhat is wrong with youpeople?" asked sirgoodeboye.
"my hubsand he is working in the evil carsel of that guying sir rodrik and he works him so so hard and after all that he doesnt even give him enof pennies and grotes 2 afode anything more than this humple dragonhovel," she wail. "and becuse of are majer lacking i canot afort a new household buket for our chores such as lorndy or making soup. i am doing are lorndy is this muckyful puddling and evry nite for diner we are eating carats and patatos rosted by are dragonfire all bernt and coaly insted of yumy souping."
"oh no," said sir goodeboye, and a single tere role down his cheek. but then he thinks of an idea. he reaches into his backpacking and pulls out his spare helmut, which becuse of goodeboye's large, braney head is ample sizing like a spashis buket. "here you can have this it is my hat and it shode been good for ur purposings."
the mrs dragon chered in dalight and clapping her hands and says "thank u brave catting u must come into are hovel and i will use ur hat as a pot to cooking a dragonsome stew. it will make you stronger for ur qwest."
the inside of the dragonhovel was dark and the walls were all wonky with some holse in some places like a smale, irregler window, but there was lots of ruges on the flore to make it homesome. there was a big green dragonfire in he herf and mrs the dragon broke up some carrats and patatoes and other vegbles like sprote and cabich and allathat into the helmut and some water. and it boilt and went all soft and flaversome and she sponed it with a ladel into a dish and sir goodeboye licked it up. it was so good and in his arms and legs and clores he felt himself getitng more strongly.
"wow. thank u," said sir goodeboye.
"that is no problem little goodeboye, now go and use the strength of the dragonstew to defete sir rodrick so my hubsand can getabeta jobbing."
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the carsle HARDROCK was loaming on the harizon like tall grandpar in the dark. sir goodeboye was so scare of it that he wanted to gohomagen and cawa like a trembly jellycat under tha covers of his bed, but he NEW he had 2 rescue princes peace and quite from that badman sir rodrik, who was rite now tortring them with rokanroll music being sang by a SAD WORMS.
he markched up the garden pafe with his metal shoes going clonkclonkclonk and he PUNCH open the door with his stew-powered cat fist. inside the casle laying on his sofer sir rodrik JUMPT from the saprise!
"well well, you made it," he sed, trying not 2 look startled even tho he was. "i was espeting a spineless gummich-type jelyfish boy 2 not come and stand up to my bad-doery."
the princesses in there caging screlp for joy that there brafe nite had arivings and they had no dobt at all that he wode becuse they are much belife in him.
"villany just cannot do in are land!" he sed.
and then both sirs goodeboye and rodrick ran into battle. it was lots of scraching and clawing and tumpling about and becuse of both there armer it was like aclonkaclonkaclonkaa kikikikiki skeseksekske and all metile sounds. and sir rodrik was bigger and had longer legs and armings and larger teeth even tho a couple of the were missing from biting wrong things. but sir goodeboye had tha powa of PEACEFILLEDNESS AND DRAGONSTEW on his side and that made him just as strong.
but soone....... sir goodeboye got weak and tire and started flaggin a bit. and sir rodrik cakled and said "i will kill u now, weak little marsmaller!" and the pincesses screme!
and then.... burstes thru the door..... together it was.... MRS THE DRAGON AND THE BEE QUEEN!!!!!! wow!!!
"stop it and grop it," said the bee queen. "Sir goodeboye, i got an email from my good frend and supject bee 176 and he told me about ur good deed with giving him a potion when he was sikerly. i wanted to help you on ur quest and then on my way here i saw this dragon who had a new soop hat from u as well and now I want to DOUBLE REWARD YOU for your generious!!"
"woww." said goodeboye. "i donot kno what to say."
and rodrik's dragon was there and he saw his wife and there was teres in his eyes. "darling? is it true we have a new soop hat to make are dragonstew and also wash our laundy in as well?"
"yes" said mrs the dragon. "and also the bee queen is going to upgrade are hovel and make it less modist."
the dragon he smiled and smiled and said "wow i am so happy i have decited to swich my alegence from sir rodrick to sir goodeboye and sik my hotly breth upon that bad nite who only paid me a few grotes and shittings for my dragoning.
and then he did that.
bwfaaaaaaa! it was like the steme coming off a plate of chikigng when it comes out of the michaelwave. and sir rodrik the mean got burnt to a sinder..... rip.
but then... the carsel is made of santa's dark coaling coaling is enflameable?!?! so the castle...... on firee!
"sir goodeboye," sed da bee qween. "listen we donot have much time to lose. i will use my specil butt needle medicine to vaccinate u against fire and then u have to run around and save everone. get the princesses out of there cagings and also free the tapeworms from there roundandround tretmill music mashines and EVERTYONE! the needle medicine will hurt a little but you must be so behaved."
"okey," sed sirgoodeboye, and he was a bit scered but also brave anywey. and tha bee queen took the scuff of sir goodeboye's nek and put her needle in it and injected the vacine. and it the fire instant did not feel scary or hot and he ran around so fast and freed the princeses from there caging and also the worms that were trapped in the tapeplayer. and the little flat worms did there little cheres of happyness from not having to howl and hool mr rodrik's nasty sounds anymore.
and outside tha burning castle they all stood and watched it go down. it looked epic and firesome but nobody was inside n e more so it was okay.
and the bee queen and the princesses wisper 2 echother and lafed and smiled. and then princess pece said "goodeboye i think u have done such a good job that u derserve a pomotions from just the job of siring."
"you are going to be are co-princess (or maybe pincer? i gogle that and just see pictures of CRAB HANDS :/) of the kindom wich is ALL KIND AGAIN" added princes quiat. and they used there sortds and waved it above him like a wands and he felt so hapy and PROUD!!!
THE END!!!
and... what do you think of that? i think may be at the end i got so into the typing that there are some tipos, but whopsie nothin is perfict. i love u byeee!!!