Dewey McShooey saw something in the middle of the road. It was a golden key. A very BIG golden key.
The key had an inscription. Dewey McShooey read it. If Found, Return to Bob at Ogre Hall.
Dewey McShooey didn't know the way to Ogre Hall. He wanted to return the key, so he started walking.
Soon he saw someone along a hedgerow. He was wearing a green stocking cap and orange boots. Maybe he knew how to get to Ogre Hall.
“Excuse me, do you know the way to Ogre Hall?”
His eyes widened. “Ogre Hall? You’re going to Ogre Hall?”
“Yes, I must return something that was lost.”
“You’ll never set foot in Ogre Hall. They’ll hang you up by your ears, that they will.”
“But it’s important that I do. So which way do I go?”
“It’s through the Stormy Forest. But you’ll never even make it that far.”
Dewey McShooey wanted to know why.
He was told the road to Ogre Hall was filled with danger.
“Beware of the Pointed Pea just beyond the briar patch. Spikes as long as your arm. You’ll never make it. NEVER! You may as well turn around now.”
What should he do? The Pointed Pea sounded dangerous. Perhaps it was better to go back.
Dewey McShooey decided to continue down the road.
When he arrived at the briar patch he heard a loud grunt. Oh, no, was this the Pointed Pea coming to get him?
The grunt was actually snoring coming from behind a thicket. Dewey McShooey didn’t want to wake whoever was sleeping.
“WHO GOES THERE?” shouted a voice.
“I’m Dewey McShooey. Who are you?”
“The Pointed Pea,” it answered.
The thicket started shaking. “Oh, no, the dreaded Pointed Pea,” thought Dewey McShooey. “Should I run?”
Pointed Pea walked over and welcomed him. “Nice to meet you, Dewey McShooey. It’s nice to have visitors for a change.”
Dewey McShooey saw that the Pointed Pea had no spikes. He was just big and squishy.
"My tea kettle's boiling. Sit down and have some tea."
Dewey McShooey thanked him for the tea, said good-bye, and continued walking.