Now when the Fourth Crusade to free the Holy Lands
from those mean nasty tigers had been launched,
Prince Weasel the First had been the heir apparent to the Kingdom of Weasels.
However a Crusade against those mean nasty defiling filthy tigers is
a rather major thing,and so Prince Weasel the First had headed off with
King John at the tender age of fourteen.
The understanding had been that when Prince Weasel the First,the Crown and the Kingdom would be awaiting him.
So the fourteen year old weasel had headed off with a army of bulls,weasels,avians and a sidekick army of
human children.
Prince Weasel the First had quickly learned that the foreign speaking tigers
didn't play by the rules,but snuck aboard the Crusaders
ships in the dead of moonless nights,the water dripping off their wet fur,their scimitars
clenched between jaws and a murderous gleam in their catlike eyes.
Slowly the bulls had been killed off in those surprise attacks
which left it up to Prince Weasel the First and his fellow weasel Crusaders
to take the Holy Lands back from the tigers.
The weasels had quickly learned to flee and run and live to fight another day,
rather then get themselves mauled and massacred by countless battalions of tigers
waving tiger talon tipped
maces and other horrid weapons.
When they did have to stand and fight,the weasels had learned to
duck and dodge when confronted by the tigers.
So finally after a eleven year absence Prince Weasel
the First,now twenty five and no longer a child,had dragged his weary body back to
Castle Weasel and the joyful reunion with his parents.
Alas in all those bygone years,his parents had died mysteriously and the
dead King Weasel the 111's half brother Richard had declared
the line dead and got himself declared King Weasel the IVrth.
Prince Weasel the First had been thrown out of the Castle by the
bull guards and viewed as nothing more then a common beggar.