Rashi's Adventures: The Search

 Chuck set off to find the magical fairy in the woods of the spring field. He remembered Willy's reminders and paid heed to them.

"I will ruminate before taking a step forward in any task. I am sure to encounter the wizard any minute now..." said Chuck.

Suddenly, he was interrupted by the sight of an old, filthy wizard who asked him his welfare. "My dear boy, you seem to have had a long tiring adventure! Come, rest in my little cottage, it is clean and meriting existence! You will experience the life of a king! You can also have half of the forest to rule! Trust me!" said he.

"I am sorry. I know you are trying to lure me from my destination please move out of my way!!" replied Chuck.

Suddenly smoke and muck filled the air and sparks of light emerged. There stood an old, ugly witch of fire.

"You are a bright, lumpy boy! You shall fit right in my soup of paradise of hell! Mmm...I can taste your meat already! Come with me at once!" admonished the witch of fire who lived in the cottage.

"Let him go you, evil witch! He has come for me, not for you!" cried Fiona the fairy! 

"Ugh! You ugly fairy! You always come in my way of fortune! Fine! But beware! I will win over you someday!" saying so, she vanished.

Chuck looked at Fiona with deep eyes of wonder. Her beauty was astounding that an ocean of gold cannot hold! She was beyond the story given by Sir Arthur! He was finally awakened by the aesthetic voice of our fairy here! 

"My dear boy! Wake up, boy! What's your good name?" asked Fiona.

"Oh, uh, sorry! Got a little lost in my reverie. You look so gorgeous Lionel Fiona!" remarked Chuck.

"Aw, thank you, kind lad, would you now tell me your name? Asked Fiona.

"Chuck" he cried "it is Chuck Hankins. But you are candid to call me Chuck."

"Ah, Chuck is an alluring name! And it would be my delight if you would call me just Fiona please!" cried Fiona the fairy of the woods of Springfield, an exalted place in the world with its beautiful guardian.

"Thank you. But I have a few questions to ask. Will you confer them for me?" requested our friend Chuck.

"Sure. What do thou want?" asked Fiona.

"We want to know about the legend of king Jade Beard the XII and Otto the V." 

"Oh, that mythical mystery! Why do you want to know?" asked she.

"That’s because we are: the protectors...” beamed our friend Chuck