The Puggle's Quest

One day the Puggle King decreed
"A competition we do need!"
The proclamation went from hand to hand
to every corner of Puggleland.

Puggles of every shape and size
read the rules with much surprise.
The challenge was it must be told:
"To find the Puggle-Stick of gold!"

Whomsoever found this thing
Would surely Kingly favours wring
Fame and fortune would be a reward
And maybe even be knighted lord?

Brave Puggles searched from coast to coast,
but one small Puggle searched the most.
Briggle Plank was the hero's name,
but he wasn't seeking instant fame.

Briggle knew that did he win
he could ask the hand of Murtle Min.
(Murtle was the Kings fair daughter,
and Briggle had almost always sought her)

Briggle was well equipped to search
no lack of tools his chance to besmirch.
He carried his stick, a trowel, a bone,
a piece of string and his mobile phone.

One day Briggle was chasing a clue
but it flew to a tree a berry to chew.
Brave Puggle he was he climbed quickly after
When half way up he heard sharp laughter

Looking down he espied an old Puggle Crone
She beckoned him down and admired his phone
"can I please borrow your tellyfonn…
to ring my muvver who's now passed on?"

Briggle worried it wouldn't connect
but passed the implement to much effect.
The Crone she giggled and talked to the phone,
it didn't matter that no-one was home.

At length the Crone ran out of words
and asked young Briggle to name his rewards.
Briggle recounted his legendary quest
and his love for Murtle he also confessed

The Crone she offered stout advice
for she was old and kindly wise
"Seek your prize in the Fuggle's cave,
take him food and be very brave!"

Things were looking up for Briggle,
there was only now a minor niggle.
"Where can I find this fearsome Fuggle?"
But the Crone had left him to his struggle.

Briggle went to a nearby town,
and asked all the people he found around.
If they knew of a Fuggle or it's like,
but alas he had to continue his hike.

One day when Briggle caught an idea,
(he had trapped it in a jar of beer).
He turned a corner that he found there,
and saw a sign to 'THE FUGGLES LAIR'

He followed the arrow up a hill,
to a darkened cave damp and chill.
He tied his string at one end
to a nearby tree that he might ascend.

And carefully did our hero brave,
enter boldly into that dark dread cave.
When after a while he heard a roar of doom,
and a light approached from out the gloom.

It was the Fuggle a fearsome sight,
three foot two and a one foot bite.
Covered in scales and fur and teeth,
with 4 strong arms and wheels beneath!

Briggle threw his bone to the beast,
immediately it began to enjoy it's feast.
Whilst the Fuggle made a happy growl,
Briggle readied his trusty trowel.

Gnawing and chomping the Fuggle ate,
whilst our hero dug his hole of fate.
He filled his hole from his water-skin,
then shouted insults about the Fuggle's kin!

The Fuggle charged our hero Puggle,
but Briggle dodged without a struggle,
and was mighty pleased to see the wheel,
sink into the hole and start to squeel.

The Fuggles wheels spun and spun,
and Briggle guessed that he had won!
He passed the monster to one side,
and came to the place where it did reside.

And there amongst the bones and skins,
beneath the remains of other things.
He spied a glint, a gleam of gold,
and pulled it free, a sight to behold!

A gleaming Puggle stick he held,
seemed all his plans at last had gelled.
Briggle exited passed the spinning fuggle,
And emerged from the cave a hero Puggle.

He took his prize to the King of the castle,
And won fair Murtle with little Hassle.
They were wed amidst much happy laughter,
and lived their lives happy ever after!