Dear Diary,
I was almost kidnapped by a knight in shining armour today. He called it a 'rescue', I called it a kidnapping. I would have fought him except he was wearing armour and we were galloping at full tilt over the countryside. I did not want to end up with bruised fists and a broken leg. So I did what any sensible girl would have done: I screamed. I can report with satisfaction that helmets echo. When he reined in his horse, I broke free and made a run for it. Then I went where no horse and fully equipped knight can possibly follow: up a tree. It was apple, by the way – we had been cutting through Farmer Byun's orchard. The knight spent an hour trying to coax me down but after I got him full in the face with a rotten piece of fruit, he decided I wasn't worth his time. He slapped his visor down and galloped away. Ah, the curses he called down on me… I'm expecting my eleventh finger tomorrow morning. Grandmamma says he probably got the wrong directions and I have to agree with her. Oxburn is not the type of village which needs a hero.
I wonder where he is now. I certainly hope he isn't going to try this a second time. I'd never get my chores done! The worst of this is that I dread going on my errands tomorrow; the boys are going to rib me mercilessly. Then again, I could always just pellet them with apples – if I can do it to 'prince charming', I can certain do it to a few mud-mouthed idiots. One thing's for certain though, I'm carrying a weapon with me the next time I leave the house.
Author's Note: I don't know where I'm going with this - I don't even know if I will be going anywhere with this. This diary entry was actually just a warm up excercise but I thought it interesting enough to post. Feel free to make suggestions about what you think should happen. I might add chapters as time goes on. (shrug) It's a no rush, no pressure,no expectations kind of work for me. I'm still hard at work on the next chapter of The Cinderella Hunt. Man, mysteries are tough to write...