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- Herausgeber: Paolo Mascherpa
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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The incredible Adventures of Cavalier CutletVolume 1Pedalling around Newfoundland County
Written by Paolo MascherpaIllustrations by Cecilia Di GiulioeBook by ePUBoo.com
Contents
The Kidnapped Maiden
From time to time, the farmers in Newfoundland County saw a strange figure in the distance. Whoever it was went up and down the dirt roads around their fields. When a glint of silver or a sound attracted their attention, they put their hands on their foreheads to shade their eyes and squinted to see better.
There was someone in a suit of armour, frantically moving his bandy legs. The figure and the cloud of dust usually disappeared, and the sound faded away. But that day something different happened.
“Who’s that down there?” an old farmer asked a young farmhand.
“I don’t know, but he’s kicking up a lot of dust.”
“Must be riding a horse.”
“Maybe a little pony, because I can’t see it from here.”
“Can you hear clippety-clop?”
“No, I can hear clankety-clank.”
“By my tenderest turnips! How can he go so fast?” exclaimed the old man, tugging at his beard.
“I don’t know, but we’ll find out soon enough. Look: he’s coming our way.”
“Quick! Get the pitchfork!”
When they pointed the pitchfork at the strange, noisy figure, he stopped in a cloud of dust.
A gust of wind cleared the air and a suit of silver armour on a bicycle appeared. The farmers couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Behind the bike, a dog was happily wagging its tail. The traveller didn’t look dangerous, and the dog seemed friendly, so the farmers put down the pitchfork, but they were still lost for words.
“Good day, kind sirs. Might I distract you from your work for a moment?” asked a voice coming from inside the armour.
“We’re not sirs. We’re just farmers. Tell us what you want.” replied the old man.
“My name is Cavalier Cutlet, and this is my dog, Spyke.” he announced, and pointed to the dog. It was a white Volpino with green markings. Spyke kept on wagging his tail and sniffed here and there.
“Cavalier Cutlet? Hahaha!” the young farmhand burst out laughing. “And where’s your horse? Hahaha!”
“Here’s my horse!” replied the knight, patting the handlebars with his hand covered in armour, clankety-clank-clank.
“By my tenderest turnips! This layabout has escaped from the nuthouse.” exclaimed the old man, tugging even harder at his beard.
Cavalier Cutlet lifted the visor on his helmet, and with big green eyes looked questioningly at the farmers. As soon as he let go of the visor, it fell shut again, clonk. The farmers laughed even louder.
“I’m glad the day is making you so happy, but could you show me the way to the nearest village?” asked the knight.
“The nearest village is White River and it’s in that direction, but what do you want to go into town for?” asked the farmhand, laughing as he spoke.
“To offer my services, as always.” Cavalier Cutlet proudly exclaimed.
“Yes of course, of course!” the farmers answered, and they put their hands in front of their mouths so they wouldn’t start laughing in the odd character’s face again.
“May the sun illuminate you, farewell.” said the knight.
“Goodbye.” replied the farmers, and they started laughing again.
Cavalier Cutlet turned his bicycle around and started pedalling, followed by his faithful dog, Spyke.
After just a few metres, he stopped again, turned to face the farmers, lifted his visor, and holding it in place asked, “I don’t suppose you need my services?”
Even though they were amused, the farmers didn’t want to have anything else to do with that odd knight, so they said they didn’t need anything and went back to their work.
Cavalier Cutlet and his trusty Spyke crossed fields, went through forests and over hills until, at last, they saw a village.
“Look down there, Spyke, that must be White River. What do you think?”
“Woof woof bow-wow woof woof? Bow-wow woof!” replied the dog, which translated from DoggoSpeak means, “How should I know? I’m a dog!”
“Yes, you’re right. Anyway, I think it’s just the place we’re looking for. Let’s go and see.”
They quickly went down the hill, following a path that soon led them to the small town. They found themselves in front of a little arched bridge made of wood that joined the two banks of a slow-moving river.
