Against the elm, Sir Alistair kissed the maiden.
It’s not everyday a fair damsel appears, requesting a kiss.
Unladylike, certainly, but who was he to say no?
“Thanks,” she said, pushing him away with a sigh. “I needed that. Now, leave these woods. You’re not safe.”
But the knight followed her to the lair.
A dragon!
Countless maidens were being held captive!
He unsheathed his sword; the women screamed.
“Don’t worry I’ll save you, ladies!”
The women tore him to bits, saving their beloved dragon, as they always did.