The Lion's Den
It’s that time of year again. You know, the time when you go out to the beach with friends, eat ice cream under the shade, travel to different places, and simply enjoy a nice break from school.
That’s normally what you do right? Enjoy summer at your own pace, with your own tastes, wherever and whoever you are. After all, everyone has their own image of what a “perfect” summer should be like. Likewise, everyone also has an image of what their worst summer is like.
In my case, the worst summer I have in mind is being trapped in a lion’s den on a beach. I mean once you go in there’s no guarantee you’ll make it out into clear daylight ever again. Of course, you’ll definitely live, since in my case the den is empty save for one lion. That lion being the one who dares to enter.
I was stupidly brave enough to enter the den (emphasis on the “stupid”) and now I sit on a throne, becoming the king of danger and —surprise, surprise— stupidity.
And in case anyone out there is wondering “what is this crazy kid talking about?” I’ll summarize it in three simple words: I am Arthur. The great King Arthur to be precise.
Ring a bell? I’m sure you’ve heard of me, about the countless tales involving me and the Nights at the Square Table, how I bare handedly defeated a thousand enemies alongside my paranoid friend King George III, and how I lifted Thor’s mighty hammer Mjolnir to stop a purple bald dad from snapping his fingers.
Does that jog your memory? If it does then, oh boy, do you have a screw loose. Either that or you sleep through history class too.
In all honesty, I don’t know much about this King Arthur guy. His memories are slowly coming into my mind, and until they completely return I cannot live this den.
I am sealed away, alone in this cave.
How many years have passed? How much longer will I be in here? All I can do is guess. Guess my mind away.
I’m just glad I don’t grow hungry or age, because if I did I would definitely see myself as an old man missing an arm... and leg... and lots of screws.
Now that I’m thinking about it, thank God I’m still the same thirteen year old boy I was when I entered the den, back to the summer I ran away from home.
Still, I wish I would have brought my comic books with me, and even more spare clothes (especially more underwear) and also candy and soda and a bed and my dog Bruno and so much more stuff to distract me from this eternal boredom.
I mean, to this day, I still have no clue when I will leave this den. For all I know I could be stuck here for an entire century!
What I am hundred-percent certain about, however, is that by the time King Arthur is reborn, it will be a hot summer day and a ferocious lion will roam the beach.
