The Modern Adventures of Don Quixote
The Beginning of Trouble
"Where are we, my Grace?" asked Sancho Panzo, half in terror. Don Quixote sat erect in the saddle. "It's the work of that magician, Frestòn. He must have transported us to a strange new land. I do not recall anything like this in my books." In the matter of facts, they were in the middle of the intersection and were currently holding up traffic. "God help us! What are those things?" screamed Sancho, as he pointed to one of the cars. "It is a gruesome monster and there is a fair lady in distress inside of it!" Don Quixote declared. For the lady inside of the car was shaking her fit at them. "Begging your pardon, my Grace, perhaps she wants us to move out of her way." suggested Sancho.
"It is clear to see that you still don't know what's what in these kinds of adventures," Don Quixote said gruffly, "Please stand aside while I save the fair damsel in distress." Sancho moved onto the sidewalk, still looking unsure about the situation. Don Quixote shouted at the top of his lungs, "Do not despair, Don Quixote is coming to save you!" He charged with a prayer in his heart, beseeching his lady Dulcinea to succor him in this trial. In doing this, though, he scared the lady in the car half to death. She banged on the horn, in hopes of stopping the madman.
Rocinante, having never such a loud and horrible sound in its life, reared up on its hind legs. Don Quixote was not prepared for this and was promptly dumped onto the ground with a loud clang. Sancho was about to go to help his master, but then remembered his promise not to engage in battle with Don Quixote. So he remained at rest. Don Quixote, being the old man he is, was having trouble getting up. The old armor made progress difficult. When he was able to get to his feet, he saw that the fair lady was no longer in distress, and that being so, was no longer in the monster. She walked to him, with a worried expression on her face.
"Are you all right?" asked the lady.
"I'm fine. Are you in good condition?"
"Um-Yes, I am. Thanks for asking."
"What is your name?"
"It is Dulcinea."
Don Quixote gasped. Could it be possible that Frestòn, knowing of his fair lady, had transported her into danger? She did look like the Dulcinea he knew. He dropped to his knee. "My fair lady Dulcinea, I'm Don Quixote de La Mancha. Sancho rode up and began, "My Grace-." Loud blaring from aside interrupted him. Don Quixote jumped up and said, "It is the fellow monsters coming to the aid of the monster that I defeated!" Dulcinea glanced and then groaned, "Oh, man, it's the police."
"Police?" Sancho asked.
"You're not from around here, are you? They are the ones who enforces the law."
"They look if they are all being controlled by those monsters!" Don Quixote said, as he tried to clamber back onto his horse. But the old horse, still nervous from the horn, bolted when it heard the sirens come closer. Don Quixote, who was holding the reins, found himself on the ground, being dragged across the street and onto the sidewalk.
Sancho yelled, "My Grace!" He rushed after him as fast as his pony would allow. Rocinante was running strong, for there was still valor in its frail body. It dashed into a nearby building, taking along one surprised Don Quixote. "Oh no!" exclaimed Dulcinea, who began running to the building, "That's the department store!"