It all began in a world where dragons roamed the land and knights
fought with valor and honor.
And then there was Dink.
"Mother!" Dink shouted, bursting into the small
cottage he and his mother lived. "Guess what! Milder Flatstomp has
joined the King's army! They gave him this new outfit and
everything, I simply MUST join too!"
"You aren't joining anything except that corn meal -
take it and go feed the pigs!"
"Ack! I HATE PIG FARMING! I want
adventure - and that fancy armor! Lyna will be so impressed when
sh..." Dink's already ruddy glow turns a bright pink. "...well, I just
want to join now," he finished lamely.
"Lyna? You are much too young to be thinking
of such things. Think of bacon instead," Mother wisely
advised.
Dink set his face determinedly. "Father would have
wanted me to join."
"Your father would have wanted you to stay here with
me. You are not allowed to leave this village!"
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Feed the pigs. How humiliating! Is this
terrible existence all life had to offer? Was throwing corn to swine
the extent of adventure a young man could find?
Little did young Dink Smallwood know - in time, he
would look upon these as "the good ol' days".
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