Once upon a time in a junk yard far, far away there lived a little black kitty who came to be known as Rootbeer. It just so happened that a knight in shinning armor (Ross of Earl) happened to be crushing cars that day at the junk yard, when he heard a little "meow" coming from inside of the trunk of one of the cars. He opened said trunk and found our Rootbeer inside. The knight took our little bundle of fur home in his trusty"land-barge".
The season of the year was Thanksgiving. And there was to be a large feast at the kings' house. All of the court and regular folks were to attend. So the knight brought Rootbeer to the feast. The whole court fell in love with the small kitten at once. The kitten was even so bold as to drink from the king's glass of rootbeer- hence his new name...Rootbeer.
I'm just waiting for him to be knighted.
