Once Upon a Time...

Continuing…

The First Journey

Point Three

Brenda was starting to wonder if fallowing this knight was smart. She kept reminding herself that there was no other choice.

“What is Hoe going to do?” Brenda asked.

“I have other plans for Hoe,” returned the knight with a broad grin.

“Hoe not help knight!” Hoe shouted, glaring up at the knight.

The knight only laughed, “I think you and I are going to get along real well.”

Hoe scowled.

“I am tired of walking,” panted Brenda.

“We only have a little longer before we get to stop and rest at a friend’s house. Do not worry!” promised the knight.

“Hoe does not want to stop,” Hoe growled.

Brenda stopped and stared at Hoe, “One minute you want to stop and the next you want to keep going. I do not understand you Hoe.”

“He will probably change his mind once he tastes Mr.Wizzle-Wig’s stew,” announced Sir Icmath optimistically. “Here we are!”

 Brenda saw with relief a humble harmless looking cottage. It was a house that looked as though it came from a story book. It had two flower pots in front of the door filled with red pansies. Sir Icmath tapped the door with the tip of his shoe. A tiny old man answered.

“Icmath, I did not expect you,” the stranger said.

“Well, a lot happens in a year!” laughed Sir Icmath. “Tell me Mr.Wizzle-Wig, you do not happen to have any stew for the children do you?”

“Icmath? Have I ever not had stew on hand? Children, go into the kitchen. Help yourself to that big bowl of soup in there,” Mr. Wizzle-Wig offered hospitably.

Brenda pulled Hoe into the kitchen and immediately helped herself to a big bowl of soup. It was delicious. Hoe ate slowly with a big frown.

“Do not be so grumpy, Hoe,” scolded Brenda feeling annoyed.

Hoe looked up at her and said grimly, “Hoe does not like this.”

When the children finished eating, Mr. Wizzle-Wig led them to his spare room. Despite his uneasiness, Hoe was tired and he fell asleep immediately. It felt good to snuggle up on Mr. Wizzle-Wig’s feather bed. He woke up some time later and climbed out of bed. He trotted toward the door. It was locked! He looked around. Brenda was gone! Suddenly it hit him, he was all alone…

To be continued