Rescueth the fair princess!

Eleanor was complaining at me because she was only mentioned very briefly in the last post that I did. I told her that I would dedicate my entire post to her on Monday, SO HERE WE GO.

Gather round, children, gather round.

Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess called Eleanor. She lived in a small castle called 006, in the valley of Maths Corridor and the land of Tapton. Although Eleanor was perfectly lovely (most of the time), she never had any visitors at 006. This was because Eleanor's castle was guarded by an evil serpent called Kirke! Kirke kept Eleanor prisoner in 006 and forced her to do FRACTIONS and SURDS. Everyone around was terrified of Kirke, who would catch anyone who dared try to enter 006 and throw homework at them. So, for years and years, Eleanor suffered under the vicious rule of Kirke without a single mathsbuddy to save her. SAD FACE.

One day, a young boy named McTimmy heard Eleanor's cries of dismay from his village, "Scotland", that was nearby. McTimmy, instantly struck with love and adoration for the screaming princess, rushed down to the village shop, where he bought a slightly bent ruler (he couldn't find the straight ones) and a shiny helmet (to protect his famous fringe). His friends and family warned him that it was a lost cause, the Kirke was just too strong! But McTimmy straightened down his blouse and stood tall. "No!" he cried, "I'll save Princess Eleanor!"

After hours of trekking through the swamps and lakes that surrounded 006, McTimmy finally reached the huge wooden door that was the entrance to the castle. "PRINCESS!" he screeched, beckoning to his beloved. "Princess, I have come to save you! Fling open your doors and I will proceed to pet you in inappropriate ways in front of all my friends!!"

Hearing this, Eleanor peered out of the window to her tower. "Be careful, noble knight! Kirke will hear you!" she shouted down to McTimmy. "Your only hope is to scale my tower before she sees you."

McTimmy eyed the tower nervously. His precious fringe would be safe thanks to his new helmet, but what if his blouse got torn?! Was the exotic maiden in the tower really worth the risk?

"Sorry, Princess." McTimmy yelled, shrugging. "Priorities, you know." He permitted her a quick wave, then wandered back to "Scotland", singing songs of multiplication and intact blouses.

THE END


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Jasm xxx