I was minding my own business, skipping about through the woods and banging two empty halves of coconut together, when suddenly, a group of knights appear in front of me, and say:


They then claim they are the one and only Knights Who Say Ni and demand a sacrifice of:


This is no normal forest I am strolling about, however. These woods are, in fact, a temperate rainforest, and furthermore are on a mountain, making this sacrifice all the more difficult! Recognizing that these knights wouldn't let me mind my own business and prance about in their weald without a sacrifice, I decide to oblige. This means I must go all the way back to town to get these crazy people a bush. The trip is long and arduous, stressing my every desire to even complete this quest. However, I then realize that if I get a shrubbery which is in a pot, then my donation will count for this very task! This is enough motivation to convince me to proceed, and in fact, be enthusiastic!

Once in the nearest town, I run in to a man named Roger. Roger the shrubber. He then proceeds to sell me a very nice looking shrubbery, and one that is not too expensive either!


At this point I am weary from all of my travels and decide to turn in for the night, to tackle distributing the potted plant another day. I have, however, prepared the shrubbery for transportation, so that I can depart at first light.


Unfortunately, however, the weather overnight decided not to cooperate, and the snow levels dropped below the pass to the mountain, so I had to take the long way around to get back there. Also, when I got there, I found that the road up to the knights would be inaccessible by my cart, so I would have to use the coconuts and skipping method again. I summoned Patsy, loaded him with our sacrifice, and we began on our way.


There was climbing, and climbing, and then climbing some more. There was snow, rain, and even ice. There were cliffs of despair, and waterfalls of grace. This was truly a magical journey. Once I arrived at the predetermined location, I unpacked the shrubbery, and offered my sacrifice.


They then demanded another shrubbery, only slightly higher to get a two level effect, and they also demanded I cut down the mightiest tree in the forrest with a herring. I gracefully declined, put my tail between my legs, and fled, prancing and skipping the whole way down the mountain. On the way, however, the winter storms grew fierce, so I was forced to eat Sir Robin's minstrels.