When the leaves turn brown on the trees it is usually winter time. Time seemed to be moving in an entirely different direction. The tower was high and was surrounded by guards. In a back room under lock and key sat the princess combing her hair. She was unhappy and realized that she needed someone to rescue her from this dark dismal dungeon.Passing by on a snow white mount was a handsome prince. He was playing his guitar as he rode along. Suddenly a small figure darted out of the bracken and acosted him. It was a small dwarf and the prince looked down on him from the height of the horse. The dwarf urged him to rescue the princess without delay.
So the prince set off right away on his trusty steed heading towards the tower with rapid strides. This would be so easy he thought – but there were many surprises in store for this dashing young fellow before he was through.