Sir Greg

The two men fought valiantly for the hand of Lady Berchuss. Their swords clashed in a constant harmony sounding off each swing of the blade. Sir Greg knew that Benjamin would stop at nothing to take the lady as his own, but he was determined not to let that happen. He would fight on for as long as needed to stop such a fate. Back and forth the battle swayed as one gained an advantage then the other. The lady looked on in awe as the two waged a never ending war. Finally Sir Greg caught the leg of his opponent with his and brought him tumbling to the ground. Benjamin had not even moved to get up when he saw the tip of a blade in his face.
"AHA Sir Benjamin! You have been bested!"
"I might have you knave, but take no pride in your victory!"
"And just why not?"
"Because your bride is..."
"What say you?!"
"SHE IS A DOG!"
"WOOF!" barked Berchess as she rushed over to lick the fallen child. Greg threw down his stick in defeat.
"You're not supposed to say that. She's a lady."
"Well, it let me win didn't it?" Ben laughed at the sight of his friend's downcast look which suddenly became a smile.
"Yeah but it's still cheating." Greg said spitting a big raspberry his way.
"KIDS! TIME FOR SUPPER!" It was Greg's mom calling the kids in for dinner. The children rushed off with Lady Berchess nipping their heels leaving the land of the brave for now.