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Dedicated to ‘Monty’ a giant amongst dogs



Chapter 1: The Butcher, the Baker and Harold


Once upon a time before helicopters and action figures were ever invented, lived a wicked Queen. She was mean and greedy and her taxes were very expensive. The Queen also happened to be my Mummy, so everyone called me Prince Jack.

I didn’t have a Daddy anymore because he was killed in a fight with a dragon just after I was born. After that, Mummy became Queen of our huge castle which was crammed full of riches. But I’m not interested in money and would much rather explore the forest and eat blackberries.


One afternoon I was riding my royal horse through the dusty streets of the dirtiest village around. There was a market in the village today with all kinds of stuff for sale that us royal folk could afford millions of.

‘How much for everything on your stall?’ I asked the man that ran the meat stall.

I think people called him the butcher.

‘Two silver coins, kind Prince Jack,’ replied the butcher.

‘Here you go Sir,’ I said handing over two coins.

‘How much for everything on your stall?’ I asked the man that ran the bread stall.

I think people called him the baker.

‘Five silver coins, kind Prince Jack,’ the baker replied.

‘Here you go Sir,’ I said handing over five coins.

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