This week y son and I were at the park and he was pushed by a bigger kid and came to me crying. There is this little-wooded section with around 20 trees and I call it the magic forest where I sit with him and tell him a story. As I sat on the bench he would not stop crying and I carried him to the magic forest and said.
There once was a white knight who was always picked on by a bigger knight they called the back knight. he would push the white knight around and call him names. One day the white knight stood up to the black knight and said I will not be picked on anymore. He pushed the black knight and stepped back. As the black knight charged at him the white knight ran away and the black knight was filled with rage and chased after him.
The white knight ran through the forest and held onto a tree as he ran between the two trees and the black knight tried to follow but when he tried to run between the two trees he couldn't because he was running too fast and hit his head on the second tree and was knocked out cold.
When the black knight woke up he stood up and walked out of the forest to where the white knight was standing there waiting for him. The black and white knight stared at each other and the white knight was holding a small thin stick and drew a line in the dirt with it and said you shall not cross this line.
( By this time by 3-year-old son and stopped crying and was listening to the story)
The black knight laughed loudly at the white knight to intimidate him and charged at him with all his force. When the black knight came lose to the white knight he fell into a small hole the white knight had dug days earlier and covered it with sticks and leaves.
The black knight in a rage clawed with his fingers at the sides of the hole trying to get out but couldn't. The white knight stood over the hole and said "if you are truly sorry I will let you out of the hole". The black knight in rage said " When I get out of this hole I will kill you"! and the white knight left him there and walked away.
For three days the white knight came to the hole and looked down at the black knight who everyday yelled at the white knight when he saw him that he was going to kill him.
Finally on the fourth day when the white knight came and looked down at the black knight the black knight said" I am sorry for everything I have ever done to you for today I will die and before I do I only wanted to apologize for the way I have treated you".
The white knight threw down a rope he had already tied to a tree days before he even dug the hole and the black knight to weak to climb out himself tied it around his waist as the wight knight and townspeople helped pull the black knight out of the hole.
That night the town had a feast as they welcomed the black knight to it and for the first time the black knight became a part of the town and from there on out the black and white knight became the best of friends.
After that I asked my son if he wanted to go back to the playground and he said yes. I held his hand and we walked back to the park where he started playing with the boy that lives across the street from us at one of the climber sets. The boy that pushed my son and the group of kids he plays with at the part were running around and tried to climb the climber set up the slide my sone and his friend were sitting on with a smaller child and his dad that was standing beside it.
My son jumped down the slide head first to stopped the crowd of kids yelling no, go and pointing away and kept doing it until they left to play on the other toys. Not quite the message I had ment to send but he did learn to stick up for himself and more importantly he thought he was protecting the other two children.
If you think this story was racist because white meant good and black meant evil. You need to look in the mirror at your eyes and your soal all eyes are white but many soals are black. Skin colour is never purely white or black anyways and those who look skin deep will never know the story behind the cover. It is meant for white being what is right, not good and black is meant for what is wrong, not bad.
People who think they are good are more capable of doing so many wrong things to so many right people.
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