The Knights of Bedford Street

My Grandpa Brown is turning 90 next week. My father (and his siblings) decided that because my Grandpa had pretty much everything, a book with letters from his friends and family would be a perfect gift.

I decided to write a short essay about a game my cousin and sister used to play in my Grandparent's basement. Here is the finished version submitted to the book.

The Knights of Bedford Street

In the Medieval dungeons of Bedford Street, Sir Kelly the Kind, Sir Matt the Militant, and Sir Michelle the Musical are once again on the search for an elusive dragon.  After years of battling these flying beasts, the three knights continue on the quest to rid the villagers of the disastrous foes. 

Their first stop is the Table of Colorful Orbs.  These powerful orbs foretell the color to which the enemy will appear.  Sir Matt is first to roll the one called Black as Night.  The ebony colored orb immediately eliminates four options.  Sir Kelly is next to roll the Black as Night orb.  Five more orbs meet their fate in the dark pits of the table.  Sir Michelle is last to roll the Black as Night orb.  After completing her turn, the three knights breathlessly look at the solid orange orb left on the Table of Colorful Orbs.  They look at each other, knowingly, and proceed to find additional knowledge in the Star Gazer. 

The three knights approach the Star Gazer and ask it to show where the evil dragon will be hiding.  Quickly the Star Gazer indicates the dragon with orange scales will be found in the celestial being of Taurus the Bull.  The three knights look at each other and begin to fear that this dragon will be the worst foe they have ever fought. 

But like any good knight, Sir Matt, Sir Kelly, and Sir Michelle forge ahead to the den of the orange scaled dragon under the celestial being of Taurus the Bull. 

The fire-laden pits of the enemy are no match for the bravery of the three nights.  Each approaches the quest as their last.  And it may have been, had it not been for the Wizard of Imagination calling the three knights to dinner.

Grandpa,

Thank you for your imaginative and adventurous character.  You definitely were a huge influence on the fantasies of my childhood and even still today as an adult.  I have always admired your ability to write not one, but two autobiographies.  Your true stories encouraged me to write my own (true and fictional), and your Lion Hunts remain to be unmatched in my heart and mind.  You no longer live on Bedford, and the dungeon has been replaced by a jungle, however, your creativity lives on.  Today the knights are jungle explorers, my daughter’s Zoe and Eva, but your magic lives on.

Happy 90^th Birthday you Wizard of Imagination!