Once a very long time ago there was a young hansome prince named Bolt. Bolt would sit alone at night in his castle wondering when he would find his prinsess. Meanwhile, in a far off tower there was a young beautiful girl, named Violet. She had been locked in the tower for as long as she could remember. She would escape on her own but an evil 80 foot tall fire breathing pigeon was gaurding it. At long last Bolt decided to go off and find his prinsess with his servant Mittens and his close friend Rhino. He had venchured through trechorus rain and devistating snow, but finally he came to find the tower. Bolt howled onced to see if anyone would awnser, but nothing. He tryed another, nope. But the third time came in return the most beautiful howl Bolt had ever heard. Violet looked out the tower window, the feeling Bolt had when their eyes met was a feeling he would not soon forget. Your name? Violet asked. Bolt, and yours my prinsess? Violet. she said. Bolt rushed inside to get her down from the castle. But unfourtunally, Bolt forgot about the pigeon. But with one tiny bark of his superbark, he sent the pigeon flying. Bolt got to the top, where he finally got to meet his true love in person. Within minutes he came down with Violet next to him. But no true love farytale ends without a true love kiss. Bolt was never lonley again.