Later at the castle, Fiddleford carefully placed the glasses over Stanford's nose. "There ya go. What do ya think?"

Stanford walked over to the mirror to look at himself, apparently Fiddleford bought him one of those "Harry Potter glasses". He gave himself an uncomfortable look. "I look ridiculous don't I?"

Fiddleford's eyes widened for a second then he turned his head with a disappointed look on his face. "Oh I think you look...rather nice." Fiddleford said in a nervous tone. "Damnit, that just sounds weird." He thought to himself.

"You think so?" Ford looked back to look at his friend and was able to get his features.

"Don't say something stupid" Fiddleford thought again. "Of course..I think they go with your personality very well.."

"My...personality?"

Fiddleford took a step forward, afraid that he might've said something wrong. "I mean..you do have a wonderous personality Sir Ford."

"You think I have...personality?" Ford asked with hope.

"Everybody has personality sir...especially you."

Silence filled the room until Ford spoke. "...Thank you for the glasses Fiddleford...now if you need me I'll be in the library."


Fiddleford was finally done with horse riding so he quickly ran through the halls to get to the library, unfortunately Ford wasn't there. That's when Fiddleford began to get nervous. A while later, Fiddleford was about to lose his mind. He grabbed a horse and rode it through the forest. "Stanford!"

"Hmm, Hmm, I can't help it if I make scene."

Fiddleford heard a familiar voice in front of him it was.."Stanfor-" There he was, singing to himself in the forest on a stump. "This is too much." He thought to himself.

"Stepping out with my hot pink limousine, I'm turning heads and I'm stopping traffic." his voice seemed to get a little bit higher. He singed a little louder and louder. "So many I can't even name them can you blame I'm too famou-" Ford flinched when he heard a twig behind.

Fiddleford quickly paused. "Please don't turn around, please don't turn around." He repeated in his thoughts.

Ford quickly brought his attention to a rabbit that popped out the bushes. "Huh, an creature of some sort." Ford slowly patted the rabbit.

Fiddleford wondered to himself if Stanford has even seen a rabbit or any other animal before.

"Haven't you notice I'm a sta-" Ford slowly turned to see Fiddleford sitting down with his shoulders up to his cheek and he was looking as stiff as a tree.

"I know this looks bad...but the important thing is...I didn't eat your cake in the kitchen-" Fiddleford raised his hands like he was getting arrested.

Stanford was wide eyed, he didn't know what to say to that...I wouldnt...I..wouldn't. "How long have you been there? And why?" Ford tried his best to ask calmly.

"I've been sitting here for about eleven minutes and I've been stalking you-" Fiddleford slapped himself in the face for saying such a thing even though it was true. "I mean...I just wanted..to hug the trees...what are you doing?"

Ford turned back around like he didn't even see Fiddleford, he gave himself a stupid look and blushed. He didn't know to do or what to say. So he did what was obvious, something anyone would do in a situation like this.........RUN.

And that's exactly what he did, he slowly stood up from his stump and without warning he ran, he ran as fast as I was on BLACK FRIDAY...That fat man got what he deserved for stealing my flat screen TV...I still have it too.

Right when Ford thought he lost Fiddleford, he was picked up by a man in armor. He looked up to see his knight smiling right at him. "Stanford do you know what a rabbit is?"

Ford looked at him like he was crazy. "I...We're not...We don't go to the forest often." Ford quickly looked back at his far away castle.

"You don't know what a animal is!" Fiddleford yelled. "Oh my goddess...Why not?"

"...Please don't tell...We're not aloud to be out in the 'wilderness', he said it's dangero-" Ford was startled when Fiddleford raced into the woods.

When he stopped Ford fell on the ground. "Oh, sorry Princess Ford! I mean Prince!" He snickers. "You sing very well Stanford...Where did you get the song from?"

Ford's ears turn reddish. "I...I don't have to answer that question!......My Grandma Mabel singed it to me......I know all the lyrics...it's catchy."