Sir Christian was riding his brown, quite large horse over to his friend, Sir Charles house. He was riding over to take care of Sir Charles pet, named Fee Fee, while he was away in Cydonia defending the castle and fighting crime. Sir Christian was surprised when he reached the home of Sir Charles.

“Wow, he must of expanded and remodeled,” He exclaimed.

There in front of him was a towering, brown and black wall with a tiny little gate and inside the gate a palace made of solid gold that glowed in the sun. He stared in awe for a moment then remembered what he had come for. He found a brick, which had the initials S.C. He tapped on it three times. One fast and the other two slow. It opened up and he grabbed a fishing pole from inside the wall. He put on a hook and walked to a hole in the ground, about four inches wide. Sir Christian slowly lowered the hook down and waited. All of a sudden the pole began to sag tremendously. He cranked he line up and hanging on the hook was a dirty, brass key about one foot long an inch wide. He unhooked the key from the hook, cleaned it off with the sleeve of his shirt, and struggled to lift it up. “I forgot how heavy this key was,” He grunted to himself. He tried to get it up off the ground but couldn’t. Once he finally got the key off of the ground, by using a lever, he hoisted it on to his back. He wobbled over to the gate and carefully slotted the dull, heavy, brass key into the hole in the gate. He twisted the key and the gate gave a loud click. He barely pushed the gate and the gate swung open on well-oiled and nicely fitting hinges. Sir Christian strolled over to the door of the palace and knocked. The door creaked open and he stepped inside. On the inside of the palace, everything was either solid gold or the most realistic gold color. He walked over to a table, which was made of solid gold inlaid with diamonds and rubies that had a note lying on it. He picked up the note and started to read it.

            Dear Sir Christian,