You, the Pickle Tree and Fred

You can't stand the anguish felt by the tree and try to console it. "It's OK little tree, I'm here."

"All you want are my pickles! Once you get your filthy hands on my lucious fruit you will leave me... just like all the rest!"

"Uh, pickles are vegetables," you say.

"And trees can't talk! But I can! Woe is me, woe is me... doomed forever to be surrounded by idiots!"

The tree's remarks insult you, you feel like giving it a good thrashing, but you're on a mission. You quickly pluck a few pickles from off the tree's body and put them into the bag hanging from your belt. Then you turn to leave. But the tree calls back to you. "Fool! Imbecile! Idiot! You cannot do what you are planning... you need a knight. Find Lord Fred, find Lord fred.... find Lord Fred."

And with that you leave the underground grove of trees and trace your path back to where the horrid concert had been. The stage was empty, the chairs toppled over, a few torn shirts and bras lay scattered on the ground along with a large amount of toilet paper. damn 13-year- olds you think. can't hold their bladders or are stuffing their training bras! Finally you make it back to the rocky doorway in which you had entered the area. And just as if on cue, a figure backed out from the shadows (curiously looking as if he was zipping up his lower armor).

"Lord Fred!" you cry out.

"Ah!" screams out a startled Lord Fred. "Don't DO that! Hey, do I know you?"

"Why, yes, I'm Sir (Put Your Name Here)," you say.

1. "I've got something that will help you kill the dragon!" you say.
2. "Are those pickles I smell?" said Fred sniffing the air.

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