The woman had pulled into the driveway of her home, entering her small cul de sac residence and flopping into her bed exhausted from the ordeal. She closed her eyes and drifted off to bed, saving her worries for tomorrow. Meanwhile, our furry hero made arrived with her, settling in the tree growing in front of her home. Where the woman had begun to slumber, the squirrel was to excited to even think of sleep. All night he pondered on how he could begin to possibly pay back her kindness.
Hours passed, turning into days. Each day he watched over her, seeing her frantically scramble from one day to the next, whether it was buying food or going to work or even simply relaxing at home. He was there. He was vigilant. He had still thought of nothing aside from watching. It began to drive him nuts. It was the same routine morning and night. Nothing stood out. Except for one thing and one thing alone.
There would be day where the woman watched movies and shows involving a very specific kind of person. This person had honor, a code and swore service and loyalty. They always brandished a sword, shield and armor. He had come to learn that these were knights and they were all noble souls. Upon his reflection of this fact, it hit him. Why doesn't he just become her knight? Surely she would appreciate that! It was decided. He would become a knight.
The next morning came and he began on his quest to become a knight. He travelled around the neighborhood, for hours on end, seeking and storing every stray piece of metal he could get his paws on. He searched high and low until night fell, finally resting with his metal pile close by. The next day he would continue. The next day he would build. And in time, he would become what he dreamed to be and what she deserved.
