The setting
They were apart.
Timbletin and little john.
This is a new day Timbletin had thought.
Timbletin had stood in deervalls planting garden.
Little john was at deerval castle.
This years planting was corn and potatoes.
The year is unknown because there were no
such calanders in existance then,the days were suns and the nights were
moons and cloud covers.
Timbletin walked from the planting garden
and on to the camp he had made. Timbletin had waited for little john.
While timbletin waited he ate his harvest of corn and potatoes and sang
songs he knew from other adventures.
Chapter 2
Long time no see.
Little john is that you?
Why yes it is timbletin.
What is knew little john.
Well timbletin the king at deervall castle has a pest on his hands and would lile us to help rid of it.
What kind of pest little john?
A wild fanged creature timbletin.
Oh you mean like a boar.
Exactly that timbletin a wild boar.
What do you suppose we do little john?
Not me timbletin,"you".
Oh ok little john.
You timbletin must catch and rid of this pest for the king.
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
What a pest
Timbletin had left little john at camp.
Timbletin had walked to the castle of deervall.
Timbletin did not rest.
Timbletin had packed him some supplies in a maidwomens rutsack, homemade.
Timbletin waited three days at the castles front gate.
My where could this boar be? Said timbletin.
The boar had just eaten a couple days before
and so timbletin had decided to keep waiting for it and was another two
days until he seen it , was only for a moment.
Timbletin would not chase after the pest for he knew it would surely scare it and possibly loose it forever.
Timbletin waited.
Gotcha bore
Timbletin had fell asleep.
Timbletin had felt a knawing in his rutsack.
Wha... " you nasty little boar".
Timbletin reached for his knife.
Timbletin jumped on the boar.
The wild boar swang and swung and resisted
the blows from timbletin one after another until timbletin grabbed the
boars tusk and rammed his knife into the boars throat.
The boar was alive.
Injured timbletin carried it back to camp and nurtured the boar back to health.
Timbletin taught the boar to obey him and the wild boar being afraid did.
Timbletin named him bud and reported back to little john.
The boar is no more little john.
Let me see timbletin.
And the boar was.
Little john told the king.
King deervall was happy.
