Chapter Two
Don Quixote Goes Shopping
As we last left our hero, he was being dragged across the pavement by his horse, which was spooked by the loud noises. We now close in to see where his is and what is happening...
"Whoa! Stop, you cursed creature! This is no way a honorable knight's horse should act!" Don Quixote was shouting. Suddenly, Rocinante spotted itself on a TV and was startled. It reared up on its legs and stopped. Don Quixote saw that his horse stopped and he released his hold on the reins. But the Law of Inertia said that Don Quixote would keep on moving until he ran into something. Don Quixote's little trip ended at a checkout center. The clerk leaned over the counter and said, "Um... May I help you?"
Sancho came galloping in at full speed. When he spotted Don Quixote, he shouted, "My Grace!" He hopped off his pony and rushed to his side. "Oh, my Grace! Here...Let me help you up..." Don Quixote grasped the hand being offered to him and pulled himself up. Dulcinea ran up, gasping for breath. "Are...you...all...right?" She asked, between breaths. "I am fine, my dear lady, for I am Don Quixote de La Mancha."
"That's good to hear, but look at your armor. It's probably beyond repair." Dulcinea said while pointing to the armor he had on. Don Quixote looked down at himself. There were scratches and scrapes on every inch of the metal surface. To make matter worse, there was a gash ranging from one side of the armor to the other.
Don Quixote didn't say anything, but marched up to the clerk, who have been watching the scene with some confusion, and said, "Would you kindly guide me to the nearest blacksmith, sir?" The clerk looked at the madman and said, "I'm sorry?" Now it was Don Quixote's turn to be confused. "Do you even know what a blacksmith is?" asked Don Quixote. "Sir, I know who's a blacksmith, but there isn't one around here for miles," the clerk hesitated a second before continuing, "Sir, if that horse is yours, please get it out of here. It is disturbing the customers."
Don Quixote was flabbergasted. "You mean to tell me that I can't leave my noble steed in this building?" He asked. "That is about the size of it. If you cannot remove your horse from the building, then I will be forced to call security." The clerk replied, with a stern look in his eyes. Dulcinea answered quickly, "Don't call. We'll get the horse out of here. Right?" As she said the last part, she gave Don Quixote a look saying, 'You better do what I say or else.' Unnerved, Don Quixote nodded. He have learned from his niece never to disagree when they give you that look. Then he remembered something. "Where is my servant, Sancho?" "That's funny. He was standing there a second ago." Don Quixote swore. "Frestòn must have captured him while I was not looking." "Hey, hey, let's not jump to conclusion." Dulcinea advised him. "He is most likely lost in the crowd with his pony. We'll go find him, but first, we need to take care of your horse." She pointed to the gray hag that was admiring itself in the TV screen. Don Quixote went over to it. "Come, now, we have to go." He started pulling on the reins. But the horse resisted, fascinated with this thing that had a horse that was as handsome as itself. Don Quixote started pulling harder. Then he stopped when he saw that his horse wasn't going anywhere.
He looked at the TV screen and saw that it had his horse in it. "My horse seems to be under a spell. This thing is capturing its soul. I'm must stop this device of the devil." He shouted to Dulcinea. And before she was able to say or do anything to stop the madman, Don Quixote whipped out his lance, which he had been carrying the entire trip, and plunged it into the TV screen.
He stopped it, all right, but not in the manner of which he hoped for. His horse was now backing away from him. He felt nothing but pains flooding his whole body. Don Quixote thought, "This is the devil's sting of death, which he has afflicted on me, for foiling his plans." Then everything went black. That was the last thought he had for a long time.
Dulcinea watched in shock as the madman stabbed the TV. She rushed over to the main outlet and started yanking the plugs out one by one. And one by one, the TVs blinked out. When the last of the TVs went out, including the one where our hero had lodged himself in, Don Quixote's body dropped to the floor. Immediately, a crowd started to form around the body. Dulcinea forced her way through until she got to Don Quixote. She checked his pulse.
There was a pulse. Although it was faint, it was there. Dulcinea shouted, "Someone, call 911!" "Already been done, ma'am." A voice in the crowd said. She once again turned her attention back to the body and whispered, "Hang on, old man. Help is on the way."
Don Quixote Goes Shopping
As we last left our hero, he was being dragged across the pavement by his horse, which was spooked by the loud noises. We now close in to see where his is and what is happening...
"Whoa! Stop, you cursed creature! This is no way a honorable knight's horse should act!" Don Quixote was shouting. Suddenly, Rocinante spotted itself on a TV and was startled. It reared up on its legs and stopped. Don Quixote saw that his horse stopped and he released his hold on the reins. But the Law of Inertia said that Don Quixote would keep on moving until he ran into something. Don Quixote's little trip ended at a checkout center. The clerk leaned over the counter and said, "Um... May I help you?"
Sancho came galloping in at full speed. When he spotted Don Quixote, he shouted, "My Grace!" He hopped off his pony and rushed to his side. "Oh, my Grace! Here...Let me help you up..." Don Quixote grasped the hand being offered to him and pulled himself up. Dulcinea ran up, gasping for breath. "Are...you...all...right?" She asked, between breaths. "I am fine, my dear lady, for I am Don Quixote de La Mancha."
"That's good to hear, but look at your armor. It's probably beyond repair." Dulcinea said while pointing to the armor he had on. Don Quixote looked down at himself. There were scratches and scrapes on every inch of the metal surface. To make matter worse, there was a gash ranging from one side of the armor to the other.
Don Quixote didn't say anything, but marched up to the clerk, who have been watching the scene with some confusion, and said, "Would you kindly guide me to the nearest blacksmith, sir?" The clerk looked at the madman and said, "I'm sorry?" Now it was Don Quixote's turn to be confused. "Do you even know what a blacksmith is?" asked Don Quixote. "Sir, I know who's a blacksmith, but there isn't one around here for miles," the clerk hesitated a second before continuing, "Sir, if that horse is yours, please get it out of here. It is disturbing the customers."
Don Quixote was flabbergasted. "You mean to tell me that I can't leave my noble steed in this building?" He asked. "That is about the size of it. If you cannot remove your horse from the building, then I will be forced to call security." The clerk replied, with a stern look in his eyes. Dulcinea answered quickly, "Don't call. We'll get the horse out of here. Right?" As she said the last part, she gave Don Quixote a look saying, 'You better do what I say or else.' Unnerved, Don Quixote nodded. He have learned from his niece never to disagree when they give you that look. Then he remembered something. "Where is my servant, Sancho?" "That's funny. He was standing there a second ago." Don Quixote swore. "Frestòn must have captured him while I was not looking." "Hey, hey, let's not jump to conclusion." Dulcinea advised him. "He is most likely lost in the crowd with his pony. We'll go find him, but first, we need to take care of your horse." She pointed to the gray hag that was admiring itself in the TV screen. Don Quixote went over to it. "Come, now, we have to go." He started pulling on the reins. But the horse resisted, fascinated with this thing that had a horse that was as handsome as itself. Don Quixote started pulling harder. Then he stopped when he saw that his horse wasn't going anywhere.
He looked at the TV screen and saw that it had his horse in it. "My horse seems to be under a spell. This thing is capturing its soul. I'm must stop this device of the devil." He shouted to Dulcinea. And before she was able to say or do anything to stop the madman, Don Quixote whipped out his lance, which he had been carrying the entire trip, and plunged it into the TV screen.
He stopped it, all right, but not in the manner of which he hoped for. His horse was now backing away from him. He felt nothing but pains flooding his whole body. Don Quixote thought, "This is the devil's sting of death, which he has afflicted on me, for foiling his plans." Then everything went black. That was the last thought he had for a long time.
Dulcinea watched in shock as the madman stabbed the TV. She rushed over to the main outlet and started yanking the plugs out one by one. And one by one, the TVs blinked out. When the last of the TVs went out, including the one where our hero had lodged himself in, Don Quixote's body dropped to the floor. Immediately, a crowd started to form around the body. Dulcinea forced her way through until she got to Don Quixote. She checked his pulse.
There was a pulse. Although it was faint, it was there. Dulcinea shouted, "Someone, call 911!" "Already been done, ma'am." A voice in the crowd said. She once again turned her attention back to the body and whispered, "Hang on, old man. Help is on the way."