Kong Charles Scarfield og Loch Ness monsteret

The Scottish castleFor a long time ago in a land called Scotland, lived a little King with long arms, big feet, red eyes and a scar above his nose. His name was Charles Scarfield, mostly people called him big feet, but he didn’t knew. He was owner of a very big castle planted at the top of a mountain, the way up was so long that Charles had decided to build a well on the way up, but he was the only one there were allowed to use it.Charles was not a social type he never came out of his castle. Actually Charles was lying in his bed all day long, so he didn’t even needed the well, he just loved to see people fight their way up, and just pass the well without getting anything to drink. The workers were tired of the way they got treated, but he didn’t cared he felt it was in his right as long as he was protecting the country from war. With other words Charles was the worst King Scotland had ever seen.

It was early morn the sun had just fought up its way to the end of the mountain, and was lighting up Charles room, not a sky on the heaven, a wonderful day. As always Charles was lying in his bed and waiting for his breakfast, it was 5 minutes since he called for breakfast and they haven’t bought it jet. Charles hated to wait. After 15 minutes he decided to go up by himself! And look for some breakfast, he was really mad. Soon he realized that he was all alone in this big castle. With anger he found his boots and his cloak and ran outside the castle, but still nobody to see. He was forced to walk all the way down the mountain he couldn’t remember during that before, normally he was on horse. The way was much longer then we just thought, he had walked for thirteen minutes before he arrived to the well, he was very thirsty and the sun was strong. He had never used the well before, so he didn’t knew what to do. He climbed up on the stones around the well and looked down, 10 meters down he could see water, he lost the balance and felt down, there was thousand of thoughts in his head on the way down, it felt like he never would touch the ground again, the thoughts stopped when the water took control of his body. The flow in the water took him. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a big lake, he was stranded in Loch Ness. Some people came to him because they had seen a monster in the lake, but he wouldn’t believe them. He got on his legs and wondered what to do. While he was thinking, he noticed a noise behind him. He turned around slowly, and the monster right in front of him. It was a big, gray and ugly monster, still wet with water from the lake. Now he was forced to believe that the monster existed. He started to move backwards without acting aggressive or scared, but that didn’t work, the monster attacked with its tale, the king was lucky to evade it. He started to cry and complain, but then he saw a man riding against him on his white horse. The man pulled his sword and punched the monster twice. The monster felled down on the ground without moving at all, it was dead. As thanks for this heroic deed the king handed over the throne to the man. And of course he remained the better king than Charles. And Scotland lived in peace with their new king.