You need some milk

Sir Mignon

It was love at first sight.

Or so she thought.

She laid on the bed in the village, as a dozen people surrounded her.

"She will die at the end of sunrise on Saturday. What a glorious way." A lady said. She was wearing a red plaid shirt that was white and black bell bottom pants. She had 10 inch heels on and her hair was in uneven pig tails. She had a boa around her neck.

"No, she will die at dusk today." Another lady said. She was wearing a long feathered yellow skirt and a ruffled navy blue shirt on. The ladies gave each other scowls. They then pushed each other around, yanking each other's hair.

"Ahh!" The lady with the plaid shirt screamed.

"Soybean and Chick Pea, get off of each other!" A loud voice boomed. It was the guy that saved Milk-Carton earlier.

"Sir Mignon," Chick Pea And Soybean said, bowing in unison, "what an honor it is to have you here today."

"Yes it is, but perhaps you all shall leave and handle your disputes elsewhere." Sir Mignon said. He pointed towards the door.

"My sir, we have news about the prophecy." The ladies said. Milk Carton just sat in the bed, utterly confused. "She is the one." They continued.

"She is the one who will attain the prophecy? The one who shall not forsaken it? The one who will accomplish the conquest as Lord Fillet has done way back when the sun only shined through the crevices of the mountains and valleys?" Sir Mignon asked. Milk Carton still sat there, confused wondering who these people were and what "prophecy" they had to accomplish.

"Yes, my dear sir. It seems she is the one who can help break the curse of the spilt milk." The lady with the navy blue blouse said.

"Well that is magnificent. She can help us break the dreadful curse of simple commoners spilling crucial milk, and I couldn't have picked a more superior legend for this task." Sir Mignon said, looking at Milk-Carton and giving her a smile.

"Can someone just tell me what the heck is going on?!" Milk-Carton screamed.