As strange and unfortunate as it seemed,

Joseph fell towards the woods, as if beamed.

Landing hard, his body crashed to the ground,

Causing curious creatures to look ‘round

At all the trees, and bushes they called home.

The boy, who was much larger than a gnome,

Had long legs, and dark hair that seemed a mess.

The animals were wary, they confess

To see if such a strange lad was alright,

Since his body seemed to fall from the night.

What was it that they were supposed to do?

When it came to first aid, nobody knew.

“Oh dear,” said a doe. “Do you think he’s dead?”

“Maybe,” cooed a bird. “He fell on his head.”

“Oh no, man,” yelled a squirrel, “We’ve got to go!

We’ll just hide the body! No one will know!”

“That’s not a good idea,” said the brown bear.

“Could you just leave him there? Do you not care?”

“No I don’t,” fought the squirrel, “I can’t get caught,

I’m on parole for those nuts that I bought!”

As the animals fought in the dark night,

The boy began to awake to their fight.

With mind cloudy with fuzz, he felt okay.

Joseph knew he would live another day.

As he glanced above to witness the mob,

He was shocked to find to two fairies above.

“Well look who’s alive,” the green fairy cried.

“I’d bet some good money that you had died.”

The blue fairy frowned, and elbowed her friend.

While fairies were mean, they had to pretend.

“Don’t listen to her,” the blue fairy cooed,

“She’s socially awkward and stupid too.”

“Sure,” mumbled Joseph, too tired to care.

Confused, he watched them descend from the air

“But where am?” he asked “And who are you?”

“You’re in Backwoods” she said. “We thought you knew.”

“Knew what? Where I am? Of course I do not!

I fell from the sky incase you forgot!”

“Oh yes, that’s right, there’s no need to be fresh

Go find a spring, to relax and refresh!”

Joseph refused, so the Fairies explained

How nobody else escaped from the plane.

The young boy looked up, completely aghast

Wondering what could have caused such a blast.

“Some Blast,” said the girls, “Maybe worse than that.

We think it’s from the aerial combat.”

 “Combat? From where? You people have wars?”

“Of course silly boy, we have wars galore!

Wherever there are people, there are fights,

And they end all the same, nobody’s right.

But now that should change, Mr. Prophecy.”

“What prophecy?” he asked. “What do you mean?”

“The prophecy that the oracle told,

About the kind of future you hold.”

And with that said, they took out a scroll,

Which he quickly began to unroll.

It spoke of the war he was supposed to end,

His journey and how to go home again.

He read the directions, through and though

Trying to figure out what he could do.

“To go to the home in which you seek,
You must save the princess from the peak.
A dimwit knight with long flowing hair
Can be the only one to take you there.
After battle you must return her to
Impatient royalty who wait for you.
But as always you, sir, should wary,
For the callous queen is rather scary.
And only royalty can send you back.
However you shouldn’t be quick to pack,
Because this ruthless queen is well known
For never sending anyone home.”

The strange, ill-fated boy looked up with dread,

While the fairies smiled, nodding their heads.

“Forget it,” he said, rolling the up scroll.

“I’m only one guy, I have no control.”

“Too bad, you’re going. Get ready to leave.

You’ve got a lot of peace you need to achieve.”

Gracefully the fairies each took an arm,

Though he tried to resist, they were quite strong.

They dragged him towards a path, against his will,

And dump his body on top of a hill.

“No way. Nah Uh. I’m sitting right here.

Find a new hero to persevere.”

The girls exchanged looks and took for the woods,

And soon returned with a bag used for goods.

The bag shook and quaked, and out from the top,

Popped a bunny’s white ears that flip-flopped.

Linked to those ears, was a little white head

And big, scared eyes that look so filled with dread.

“Where am I?” the bunny asked from his bag.

“And why was I kidnapped by these two hags?”

“We’re not hags,” the fairies yelled. “We’re magic!”

“I don’t care what you are, magic-smagic!

I want to go back to my nice, warm home!

I’m rabid, I tell you! I foam! I foam!”

As the rabbit began to groan and hiss,

Joseph saw the fairies start to grow pissed.

“No you’re not rabid, now listen to us!

You’re Joseph’s guard, so don’t make a fuss!”

The bunny, with his big soulful, sad eyes

Looked up at Joseph as if to ask why.    

And poor Joseph knew how the bunny felt,

But couldn’t say a thing he thought could help.

Instead he looked towards the long, windy road.

Why was it was his plane that had to explode?!

I have one beauty mark above my eye.
I used to use these in order to see if my school pictures were reflected.

They always are.