I'm still on my way to save sleeping Beauty, but I got into a delay by a HUGE blackbird trying to follow me and stop me from going.. …….. NO WAY am I going to give in to a stupid bird.. If I have to, it will end up in the bird dump like all the other birds.. Sleeping Beauty Kate is my only concern right now...……………………………………..
Steve Woody that black bird is an evil minion of Wicked Louise. It must be stopped before you reach Sleeping Beauty Kate.
I'm on my way but I first have to take care of that nasty black bird.. if I get that nasty bird out of the way, you will be much safer however I am still on my way to save you...…………………………………………..
As I told you Sleeping Beauty, I'm on my way.... However my poor old horse Nellybelle is getting tired, and wants a bit of a rest and drink.. I have been riding her for quite a while now.. I have to stop for the poor animal, but it won't be long till I can get going again...……..
Im pretty sure this is the way to Sleeping Beauty's castle.. I smell a Horse near by, but im thirsty and need to find a nice creek. should be one up this trail..
How did the Black Cat escape? Another of Wicked Louise's minions she turned into an animal to work her evil ways on Kate S Beauty. We need you Shirley Tinkerbell...............
Craig, I can't use the picture of Sheriff Nottingham for @Bobby Cole . The head is too small in proportion to the body. I've tried several times using everything I know. I made him into Friar Tuck instead. He can spy and carry messages for us as he makes his clerical rounds. Meanwhile, Steve Woody and his tired horse are coming at full speed. Sort of.
S Tinkerbell waved her magic wand, sprinkled some fairy dust and changed the black cat back into a black cow .
I think old Nellybelle is just about ready to keep on going.. He might need a drink at the stream first .. I hope there aren't any wicked animals also drinking at the stream.. I will be on my way after a drink ……………………………………………………..
Shirley said " The head is too small in proportion to the body. I've tried several times using everything I know. I made him into Friar Tuck instead. He can spy and carry messages for us as he makes his clerical rounds." too funny
Hmmmmmm........I swear that a day or so ago was the sheriff but now I’m a friar. Fine twist of fate to be dressed in the finest cloth to this burlap I’m wearing. Either I have gone daft and should consult with Sir Freud or some dastardly spirit has turned my brain into Yorkshire pudding. Uh oh, it was the ale. Must have been the ale I have been transporting to the castle in order to loosen the tongues of the guards. I only had one, no two, no....uh......maybe more than two cups of ale before I passed er......went to sleep last night. Now I ask myself the question: Was that really a crow I was having an ecumenical conversation with last night or was that too part of my dreams under the influence of my prize ale?