An elderly man slowly walks into a young boys bedroom, it is night,stars shining brightout from a window,the room is only lit by a far off night light, giving the room an off orange glow. The old man sits on the corner of the child's bed.
Little boy: Grandpa, Grandpa , please tell me the story, please!
Old man: Ha ha, not tonight my boy, not tonight, it is far to late, and I have told you the story numerous times before.
Little boy: But grandpa please! I haven't heard it in so looooong, PLEASE!
Old man: Mat, don't be silly, I told you it only 4 days ago, come on, get some sleep.
Mat: Please, please, please!
The little boy threw the covers off himself and knelt on his bed, with his hands pressed together. The old man stood up, staring at his grandson's act, with a twinkle in his eye, and a smirk on his lips.
Old man: okay, okay, I will tell you the story one last time, but you must promise me Mat, that you will not ask this of me for sometime, okay?
Mat: it's a deal grandpa.
The old man laughed, He grabbed a chair from a nearby desk, put on his glass's, and took a book off the shelf behind Mats bed.
Old man: This is the story of THE BIRTH OF ZORRO!
Mat clapped, and watched as his grandfather open to the first page of the very old and worn book, mat then shut his eyes, sat back unto his pillow, and listened to his grandpa tell the story….
The Birth Of Zorro