The Red Bucket Part 3

It was Cordelia standing with a birthday candle on top of her head. Peter ran into the crowd towards the stage. The sight of this thing of fluff was so odd all the Blue Trolls simply stared at him. Not until he reached the confused Cordelia and place the red bucket on her head did they make a move to stop him. Peter grabbed Cordelia's hand and ran while flinging cats on his attackers. Out of the Green they were followed, through the streets of mud and into the woods. The Blue Trolls were closes upon their heels, but further back then they might have been (probably they had stopped to pick up a club or something of that sort), Peter knew that the Blue Trolls would undoubtably overtake them if they continued running through the woods, so he did the only logical thing. Helping Cordelia they climbed to the tops of the trees and continued racing as fast as their feet could take them. Underneath the canopy they could hear the grunts and snarls of the Blue Trolls. As Peter and Cordelia neared the end of the tree tops they saw rushing towards the woods a shinny sea of color! It was in fact an army of bucket men. There was just time enough to place Cordelia under the protection of a few Bucket Soldiers, then turn and face the woods as the Blue Trolls pored out.

What fallowed was such a great victory for the Bucket Soldiers that for hundreds of years the Blue Trolls didn't dare cross over from their own side of the mountain.
Peter saw to it that Cordelia reached her cottage in safety, and that any damage caused by the Blue Trolls be repaired. Cordelia learned from the Bucket Soldiers that Peter was one of the princes of the kingdom ( I say "one of" to point out he was not in line for the throne) that he had chosen to join the Bucket Soldiers instead of living in the capital discussing politics.

Time continued in her dance through the seasons unfolding each one as a much awaited gift. As he traveled Peter would stop by to see Cordelia . Eventually and undoubtably they fell into love, as quietly as a descending Autumn leaf and as beautifully as a Spring sunrise.