Lolly was practicing her archery in the Gardens. She got a little bored with that after a while. She crouched low and eyed a good landing spot. After examining it thoroughly and looking at it from several different angles, (you know how chickens do that) Lolly sprang upward and flapped her wings. She landed on a low-hanging branch in a big tree. She looked down. It was satisfying to see the garden beneath her. She looked over the gate and saw the knights going through their drills. Oh, how she longed to be one of them! In their shiny, non-frilly, intimidating armor! Their sharp swords and their hardy shields! She sighed. If only pullets were allowed to be knights. Even if they were, she was a Princess! She would never be allowed. She sat down on the branch. If only.
