The Baconator and Castle Touse

Once upon a time, on a snowy hill wrapped in pine trees and warm lights, there stood a sturdy, happy place called Castle Touse. It was a castle full of laughter, stories, and the smell of good food. Its protector was a brave and thoughtful knight known as the Baconator.

Now, ’twas the night before Tousemas, and the castle was calm and quiet. Candles flickered low, stockings were hung, and everyone inside Castle Touse was fast asleep.

Everyone except the Baconator.

He sensed trouble.

From the shadows below the hill came the Theta Cheese—mean, evil, and extremely bouse. They were sticky, sneering, loud, and rude. They pushed each other, made awful noises, and laughed at nothing at all. Their only goal was to ruin Tousemas and take over Castle Touse, turning it to Castle Bouse.

The Baconator sighed, then stood tall.

He didn’t yell or panic. He simply stepped forward, brave and steady, and blocked the gate. When the Theta Cheese rushed in, slipping and shouting, they found they could not get past him. Every trick failed. Every nasty plan fell apart.

The Theta Cheese, still bouse and still grumpy, finally gave up and slid away into the dark night, muttering angrily as they went.

Soon the sun rose. Bells rang. Tousemas began.

Castle Touse was safe, warm, and joyful once more—and the Baconator returned to his watch, knowing he had protected something very special.