As is commonplace for a father, I would undoubtedly say my greatest fears lies not with any mortal wrongdoing to myself or in any creature that might stalk the night, but instead in the future and health of my two sons. To think of burying them fills me with such great anguish that it is almost unbearable. Although it gives me great pride each time they come back successful from a quest or otherwise noble outing, upon their departure I cannot help but worry for their safety and await their safe return; that is, when I am unable to accompany them! Ah, and this reminds me of a jolly good joke I often amuse myself and my sons with before they head out on such an excursion!
Father: What did the Buffalo say when his son left for school?
Son: I don't know Father, what did he say?
Father: Bison!
Ahaha, that usually gets such a jest out of them that they are unable even to laugh. Yet I see it in their eyes!
Dear Father,
ReplyDeleteFear not. For I am strong and skilled at arms. I will never fall in combat and will keep brother Arthur safe. I only fear that you will pass without me present. I will think of you always.
Your Son,
Sir Kay