Don Quijote and Sancho Panza walked up a hill to get a grand view of the ocean in front of them. Across the ocean, there was a grand ship between the horizon and the coast. Sancho Panza saw this and knew it was a ship, but Don Quijote saw a terrible monster.
“Sancho!” said Don Quijote. “There’s a terrible sea monster threatening the coast of our beloved Spain!”
“You’re crazy, Don Quijote,” said Sancho Panza. “There’s no sea monster, only a grand ship.”
“You fail to see the danger that threatens all of Spain, Sancho. Look! There is a crowd of people on the coast, all ignorant of the giant sea monster that is about to attack them!”
“There are no people,” said Sancho. “There are only sheep. Don, let’s go. I think you need to sleep.”
“You disgrace these fine people, Sancho!” said Don Quijote. “I must rescue them, and if you want to hide behind this hill from fear, do so. I will not pass any judgment on you, but I will not stop the monster when it comes for you!”
Then, shouting the name of his beloved Dulcinea, Don Quijote rode his dear horse Rocinante to the sheep.
“My people,” Don Quijote said to the sheep, “you are under attack by a giant sea monster.” Don Quijote gestured to the sea monster. “I suggest you evacuate immediately!”
The shepherd, who Don Quijote saw as the finest man among them and the host of the group, asked him, “And who are you?”
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“I am Don Quijote de la Mancha, a wandering knight, and you, sir, are in danger. Hurry and leave before you are all lost!” Don Quijote gestured to the sea monster again.
The shepherd looked at the ship and then back at Don Quijote. “I don’t see any danger.”
“Fools! If you do not recognize this danger, then I will bring it to your attention!” And with that, Don Quijote rode his horse to the water. He jumped off and started swimming to the sea monster.
Sancho watched from the hill with his donkey. “Don Quijote has gone crazy,” he said to his donkey. He walked down the hill to the shepherd.
Don Quijote swam closer to the sea monster. Between gasps of air, Don Quijote yelled at the monster: “Face me, you foul creature of the sea! You are no match for Don Quijote de La Mancha!”
From the top of the ship came a yell: “Hey, are you okay down there, sir?”
Don Quijote stopped. “Poor traveler, you have been swallowed up by the beast! I will rescue you from your demise!” shouted Don Quijote.
“Allow us to pull you up, sir.”
“No, you are not a poor traveler. You have fooled me, you sorcerer! You are the one in control of this monster. In the name of Dulcinea, fight me, you treacherous sorcerer!”
“Hey, there, I didn’t mean to say anything that would hurt you. Please, allow us to take you back to the coast.”
“Never!” yelled Don Quijote, and he swam up to the ship. He pulled his sword from his belt and attacked the ship in vain. Soon, Don Quijote grew tired of the attack.
“Take your victory, sea monster! I am tired and can fight no longer!”
A rope and small boat were let down. “Climb on!” said the voice from the ship. Reluctantly, Don Quijote climbed aboard the boat and was brought back to the coast.
“I’ll fight you again one day, you evil sorcerer,” shouted Don Quijote, “and there will be no mercy!”
“Sancho,” said Don Quijote, “let’s keep an eye open for that sorcerer. I fear we may cross paths again.”