A Grand Day In
I was running through the streets although I don't know how I got here. One thing I knew, I was lying on my bed staring at my poster and the next, I was running through the streets of my poster with an angry-looking cook carrying a rolling pin chasing after me. Somehow I know that the cook's name is Cook Francis and that I stole a loaf of bread from her bakery.
"Cecil!" she calls after me, "Cecil! I thought you were going to stop your thieving ways! I never should have believed you. You say the same thing every time. Thought I'd be distracted by the joust, did you? You should know that I always have an eye out for you, you little thief!" Each word was punctuated by a gasp of breath as the rather large Cook Francis chased after me.
I called upon my knowledge of the Middle Ages and realized that I probably had a family that was in need of food. Whoever Cecil was, he probably had been swapped for me and was lying on my bed wondering what had happened. Boys often stole food from unsuspecting (or in the case of Cook Francis, suspecting) bakers and cooks. When I figured out that Cecil was probably on my bed, I realized that I had to get back. I bumped into a burly man and realized that if I was going to survive the Middle Ages, I had to keep my mind on the task ahead.
As I ran, I wove in and out of stalls and caught glimpses of a jousting match going on. I heard music and saw through a crack in the wall, the Pied Piper leading his rats away. I kept running; Cook Francis had almost caught up to me when I had stopped to peer through the wall. I wondered how I had never noticed the bustling movement in my poster before.
I saw houses, heard church bells, and almost got hit by an arrow from over the wall. All of these sights I recognized from my poster. There was a dragon in my poster, but I didn't see or hear one inside it. I guess dragons didn't exist in the Middle Ages after all.
I heard a town crier shouting that a tropical storm had hit the coast of Africa and many boats had been destroyed. I also saw a man in stocks. He was probably awaiting punishment or his trial. Just as cook Francis was about to catch up with me, I popped back out of the poster, I didn't even notice how I had gotten back.
The End
