Jester Minute (Part 1)

Jester Minute

Jester Minute was a sad little figure. He hardly ever went outside the walls of his toy castle because everyone laughs at a jester, especially one that stutters. And Jester hated being laughed at.

Every day Jester stayed alone in his bedroom reading about knights and dragons and heroes. He dreamed of being a hero, performing splendid deeds.

He longed to be a great swordsman. But was just too clumsy. Jester carefully followed the rules but always seemed to trip over his sword.

One day, sitting sadly by a turret window, he saw Badweb the fierce ugly spider. He was clutching the White Queen under his arm. “He’s s-stolen the White Queen,” cried Jester.

“I-I must w-w-warn the King.”

So he raced across the drawbridge. He ran to the Great Chessboard, but found the King and his Knights fast asleep.

“W-wake up, w-wake up, a t-t-terrible thing has happened.”

When the chessmen woke up there was uproar.

“Give this brave volunteer a horse!” ordered the King.

And he handed Jester his very own sword.

“B-but w-why?” squeaked Jester. Then he heard a clanking behind him.

It was the Black Knight “Stand and joust!” he roared. “J-i-joust?” cried Jester.

It was too late. The Black Knight had started his charge. But when he saw Jester Minute he began to laugh.

“I can’t joust with a jester!” And the Knight laughed so much that he fell off his horse.

Poor Jester, everyone mocked him. But he would show them. He would rescue the White Queen. So he galloped off in search of badweb. I will save her.”