By Tom Ryan (Boothwyn, PA)
I found a heavy wooden door that stood in the deepest and darkest part of a deep and dark forest. The door was thick and heavy, cold and damp. Enormous trees stood guard around the door and over the door as they had done since the beginning of time. A thick layer of moss grew all around the door but, strangely, not on the door itself.
I knocked on the door. Nobody answered. I opened the door. Behind it was a dark room made entirely from stone. The room was so dark that I could not see the far side. What was in there? I wanted to know so I walked in.
The door slammed shut behind me. I pushed as hard as I could but the door would not budge. Had I just walked into a mousetrap? Was I the mouse?
I couldn’t resist smiling as I realized that at least I had found out what was on the other side of the door: I was. Now I just needed to find a way out.
That’s when I heard someone laughing. Following the sound, I walked deeper into the room. In the middle of the room, I found a gargoyle. The gargoyle looked like a bulldog with wings. It was carved from stone. It looked ordinary except that it was laughing. It smiled broadly and said, “I’ve caught you! You’ve fallen into my trap!” It was so happy that it danced and hopped around in a little circle.
“Okay,” I said, “You have me. Now what?”
The gargoyle said, “I will let you go if you can guess my name.”
I said, “Sure but you’ll need to give me a hint.”
The gargoyle said, “Here is my riddle:
I’m Captain No-One.
Speak in excellent Latin
and you will find me.”
I said, “Your riddle is foolish. Never mind that, though. I’ve just figured out another way to get out of here.”
I picked up the gargoyle and charged at the door. Using the gargoyle’s face as a battering ram, I bashed through the door. Don’t worry; the gargoyle wasn’t hurt. It was angry, though, and it chased me all the way home.