This is an old one, and I believe it started it all …can
I date it? …let me see… It was at the Pinery… I remember… because of the leaky
tent … Back when I printed really neat…hmmmm… 1990, nice round number.
Credits on this one go to Hugh who read this one and
laughed hilariously as he told me it was stupid.
Fred the Dragon was a purple dragon with pink
spikes. He hated these colours because
they were GIRL colours. So, one day he set out to find new colours. Soon he met a knight on a hill. Fred asked the knight who he was.
“I am a knight.”
But Fred was very confused. He couldn’t figure out how a knight could be
there in the day. Then Fred decided
that if the knight really WAS night, then he shouldn’t mess with him. Fred said to the knight, “I don’t like my
colour. Do you know where I could get
new colours?”
The knight didn’t answer. Instead he drew his sword.
“That’s a nice picture of your sword,” Fred
said. “Can I keep it?”
The knight still didn’t answer. He took his sword out and poked Fred. “There, now you have a new colour!” the
knight said.
Fred looked down at the blood gushing out of his
gut. But it was not a good colour and
Fred screamed, “But I clash!”
Fred’s spikes clashed with his blood so Fred set
off to find another colour. But that’s
another story.