Author's Notes: Hey everyone, this was co-written by writing-cuz-i-luv-merlin. It was our English assignment. We were supposed to create a myth. Well, we had no idea where to start so we watched a whole bunch of movies. Then we got to The Three Musketeers and there was a guy with a very high, squeaky voice and we remembered that we didn't know how Arthur got donkey ears in the season 3 trailer, so, the outcome is this! I hope you enjoy and for the record, it was only able to be 5 paragraphs long, so the length or lack of length is not our faults.

Disclaimer: We don't own Merlin as much as we'd love to… :(

How Men Got High, Squeaky Voices

Two thousand years ago in the past lived a man like no other. The people of the kingdom knew him as Merlin, the greatest warlock who ever lived. This man was faced with a highly important task; protect King Arthur.

One day, however, when the warlock and his royal prattness were taking a morning stole in the local market, a young and cunning man walked up to the two friends. This man did not bow, nor did he acknowledge Merlin at all.

No, the man simply grinned wickedly and muttered a few words, a magic spell, that only the warlock could understand. Before Merlin was able to do a thing, his blue eyes went as wide as can be, and the king standing next to him no longer looked… well, normal, for now Arthur Pendragon had the ears of none other than a donkey.

Fuming at the drastic change of his features, the king tried with all his might to scream at the horrid man, but no words escaped his overly-used mouth. Instead, the honking sounds of a donkey croaked out, leaving the man who cursed him in fits of laughter.

Merlin, trying not to laugh himself, knew that if he did not do something to avenge his friend's voice that that friend would have him in the stocks for weeks on end. Remembering the horrors of having rotten tomatoes chucked at him, Merlin held out his all-powerful hand and cursed the man who cursed the king. When he attempted to speak again, a high pitched-some would say girly-voice came squeaking out. Arthur, satisfied with his advisor/warlock's fine work, he patted Merlin on the back. The king then pointed towards his ears, mentally ordering, "Now fix this, Merlin!" And from that day forward, all men who descend from the arrogant man were doomed to have high, squeaky voices.

THE END…

Well, not for poor Merlin's torture.

Author's Notes: What did you think? Again, sorry it's short, but I didn't want to elongate it. Please review this really, really short essay that doubles as a fanfiction!