(Facing the fear of the dragon sounds at night still around, the king wondered if his jest survived the dragons strong pound!)

As the king paced the castle floor, with his feet all sore, he wondered what had happened to his brave jest and entertainer, for the tought of his lost was surely a painer

then all of a sudden a loud knock upon the big wooden door, gave the king a message that he really did deplore, the message was, his jest was approaching on foot, dragging one leg, like he needed a peg, man was the jest all a mess, cloths all torn and soiled, looks like the dragon had won and his victory spoiled

for the kiing sent out some royal help to fetch the jest, just as they approached, the jest really went into his act of quest

as they put the jest upon the royal stretcher he pretended to faint and act like a wounded saint

once inside the castle wall, the king began to seek his doctors on call, he shouted, "tend to my brave jest and his scars so he can entertain me tonight at the castle bars!"

after a few hours had past the doctors told the king that the jest really had no serious injuries and that they had taken care of his miseries. when the jest finally awoke, the king started his investigative poke. he asked the jest what happened to his mighty sword because it wasn't found anywhere near the castl yard. the jest then sreamed out with a disgusting phony pout, "sir the dragon is still alive and that's no jive, for he now has my mighty sword, so he's even more dangerous and thats my final word

the queen then screamed out, "pray all mighty husband king, for we'll never get rid of the monster thing!" as the king focused on his wife and queen the jest just snickered with a happy beam

as the day ended and the night began to fall, the dragon just planned for his next castle call

in the meantime the jest got a huge raise for his heroic effort plays and the promise to share in his kings fortune for the rest of his days

......to be continued