An Old-Fashioned Tale of Chivalry

Once upon a time, in a kingdom that was settled on an island, a silver and blue chariot prepared itself to sweep its countrymen away from the island and to the faraway land of Jersey.

Menfolk and womenfolk boarded the chariot, tired from a day's work in the field. A handsome young gent happened to sit across from me. The chariot filled with people, all carrying their bushels, until no seats were left. Right before the chariot's conductor announced in a sublimely royal (and nasal) voice, "Doors are closing. Watch out," a young lass rushed on board.

She eyed the gent and let out a burst of glee, for you see, the lass had recently met the gent on a night out on the kingdom with fellow townsfolk. He spotted her and smiled graciously, then swiftly jumped to his seat, and out stretched his arm for her to sit down.

She do did, and the they talked and blushed the whole chariot ride home.

And so, another happily ever after ending find its beginning.