Excalibeer

The legend of the sword

Weary from an exhausting day, the brave hero thirst for a nice and cold beer. A beer to mark the end of another day, a day of labour, a day that needs to end right. The bottle already sprinkles in the last rays of the sun and cold dew condenses on the outside, a sight to behold. But catastrophe strikes, no opener is around, no stone small enough, no wood hard enough for the bottle cap to even budge. On the edge of defeat a lovely voice calls the hero into the forest, "come, find me, prove yourself worthy...". Weak and frustrated from the fight, he reaches a stone on a barren plain, a sword hilt reaching up to the sky awaiting someone worthy enough to free it from its misery and once more harvest its legendary powers. With the last remains of strength our hero grasps the sword and pulls, he pulls like never before, the muscles in his arms started to shake, his feet firmly planted on the stone. A sudden screech and the sword came free from his imprisonment, the