Title: Sir Wolfheart and Sir Fuzzy Bumpkin

It was the summer of my nineteenth year, and I had just been knighted by the King himself. My father, a legendary knight, had passed away a few years prior, leaving me to continue the family legacy. I was eager to prove my worth, to show the kingdom that I was a worthy successor to my father's name. One day, I was summoned to the castle by the King. I entered the throne room, my heart pounding with anticipation. The King, a stern-looking man with a thick white beard, sat on his throne, flanked by his advisors. "Sir Wolfheart," the King began, "I have a task for you." He gestured to a small wooden crate on the floor. "Inside this crate is a creature that poses a grave threat to our kingdom. You must take it into the forest and put an end to it." I approached the crate, my curiosity piqued. When I opened it, I found a small, scaly creature with wings, a long tail, and tiny, sharp claws. It looked at me with wide, innocent eyes. "A baby dragon," I whispered, realizing the danger it posed. The King nodded gravely. "Yes, a dragon. It must be destroyed." But as I stared into the dragon's eyes, something stirred within me. I couldn't bring myself to harm such a defenseless creature. Instead, I decided to take it with me, hoping to find a way to save it. I hid the baby dragon in my shirt and made my way back to my home, a small cottage in the woods. I named the dragon Sir Fuzzy Bumpkin, and over the next eleven years, I devoted myself to protecting him. As Sir Fuzzy Bumpkin grew, he became more than just a pet to me. He was my friend, my confidant, and my family. We spent countless hours exploring the woods, playing games, and learning from one another. I taught him about the world, and he taught me about the magic and wonder that existed just beyond our understanding. One day, when Sir Fuzzy Bumpkin was around twenty-one years old, I noticed a change in him he was getting older but never forgot the lessons he had learned from his dear friend and owner, Sir Wolfheart, and he carried them with him wherever he went. And so, the story of Sir Wolfheart and Sir Fuzzy Bumpkin lives on it's midnight and I'm strapped to my dragon sleeping