Every wild animal known to mankind was exhibiting foul intentions that fateful night. There was snarling, growling, gnashing of teeth, bushes and trees rustling in the pierce and howling wind. Yes, danger was thick as thieves that frightful evening my friends. I quickly set-up a meditation, it was imperative that I steady and prepare my mind and body for the perilous feats that I was about to encounter. After rounding the first corner I realized that weaponry would be needed. I found a sharp rock and fashioned a spear from lightening struck, heat treated, wood lying about. With Zeus and Apollo as my witness, a large but rather slow witted dragon pounced on the running trail just before me, breathing fire, swiping with a powerful tail and 8 inch claws. My chi and yogabonda immediately engaged. I don't remember much, however, judging from the blood, a slayed dragon and my bone tired muscles, I'm confident that I fought well. After this epic battle all noises and intimidation from unruly and hostile animals ceased. I was free to save the damsel in distress. The damsel was overcome with tears of joy as I threw her over my shoulder and carried her back to safety. I did not disclose this tale for fear of aggravating the damsel’s tender condition but she is now well. I feel compelled to share these events, not to brag of heroics, rather to prepare the way for those after me that are caught in the depths of Mordor unprepared in mind and body. Please, do not honor me as a hero, but a simple Knight without shining armor.
May Every Damsel Live Distress Free,
Sir Jake-a-Lot
Monday, February 11, 2008
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