Sir Pip was a brave knight. He rode a small pony, Clip-Clop, past the tall stone walls of the castle. His shiny helm sat neat on his head. His round shield was bright.
In the great hall, the kind Queen spoke. “Sir Pip,” she said, “our flag is down. The wind is soft, and the rope is stuck. Will you lift it up?”
“Yes,” said Sir Pip. “I will try!”
Sir Pip trotted to the high flag pole. He saw the rope twist in a knot. He took a slow breath. He looked close. He used his smart eyes.
First he pulled the rope. It would not move. So he tried a new way. He sat down. He made the knot loose with his small dagger. He went one loop, then two. The rope slid free.
“Good job,” said Clip-Clop.
Sir Pip tied the rope the right way. He pulled with both hands. Up went the flag, high in the sky. It flapped with a proud snap.
The guards cheered. The Queen clapped. “You are bold and kind,” she said.
Sir Pip bowed. He rode a lap by the moat, then came back for warm soup and bread.
Be brave, use your mind, and keep trying with a calm heart.
