“Sir Percival, Sir Percival, I’m here, I’m here! I have my own sword and everything!”
On a stifling summer morning in Camelot, Sir Percival turned and saw a little boy, about age five or six, bounding toward him. The young boy’s shaggy brown hair bounced as he raced forward, and his cheeks were flushed bright pink due to exertion.
Only a few paces away from Percival now, the little boy tripped over the too-large sword he carried, and the weapon went sailing into the air. Percival was forced to duck to avoid the flying projectile. Meanwhile, the child stumbled forward and collapsed on the castle training field face first at Percival’s feet.
“Friend of yours?” asked Sir Gwaine, Percival’s best mate and fellow Knight of Camelot. He shucked off his sweaty padded gambeson and chuckled. The rest of the knights …show more content…
Flustered, Percival stood up. “Ah, all right, I’ll walk you over to the woods and you can take care of your business there.”
“I have to pee real, read bad.” Rion grabbed Percival’s hand and nearly dragged him toward the woods.
While Percival and the little boy raced off to the trees, Gwaine cackled with amusement in the background. Several feet away from the actual woods, it appeared as if Rion could no longer wait, because he pulled at the knots securing his trousers, but they wouldn’t loosen.
“I can’t get them undone,” whined Rion with frustration.
What was Percival to do? Allow this little boy to piss himself? He bent down and fussed with Rion’s trouser ties, but they were knotted up like he’d never seen.
“Who helped you dress this morning?” Percival fumbled with the tight knots, hoping Rion could hold it for at least another moment.
“I dressed myself. I tried to tie up my trousers nice and tight…”
By the time Percival untangled the last knot, it was too late. Rion, no longer able to wait, wet himself. With a gasp or horror and tears, Rion spun around and fled the training
On a stifling summer morning in Camelot, Sir Percival turned and saw a little boy, about age five or six, bounding toward him. The young boy’s shaggy brown hair bounced as he raced forward, and his cheeks were flushed bright pink due to exertion.
Only a few paces away from Percival now, the little boy tripped over the too-large sword he carried, and the weapon went sailing into the air. Percival was forced to duck to avoid the flying projectile. Meanwhile, the child stumbled forward and collapsed on the castle training field face first at Percival’s feet.
“Friend of yours?” asked Sir Gwaine, Percival’s best mate and fellow Knight of Camelot. He shucked off his sweaty padded gambeson and chuckled. The rest of the knights …show more content…
Flustered, Percival stood up. “Ah, all right, I’ll walk you over to the woods and you can take care of your business there.”
“I have to pee real, read bad.” Rion grabbed Percival’s hand and nearly dragged him toward the woods.
While Percival and the little boy raced off to the trees, Gwaine cackled with amusement in the background. Several feet away from the actual woods, it appeared as if Rion could no longer wait, because he pulled at the knots securing his trousers, but they wouldn’t loosen.
“I can’t get them undone,” whined Rion with frustration.
What was Percival to do? Allow this little boy to piss himself? He bent down and fussed with Rion’s trouser ties, but they were knotted up like he’d never seen.
“Who helped you dress this morning?” Percival fumbled with the tight knots, hoping Rion could hold it for at least another moment.
“I dressed myself. I tried to tie up my trousers nice and tight…”
By the time Percival untangled the last knot, it was too late. Rion, no longer able to wait, wet himself. With a gasp or horror and tears, Rion spun around and fled the training