Sir Galahad threw the sword to sir Lancelot.
“Let me see you do it, Lancelot.” he said, coldly.
Sir Lancelot caught the sword and bowed. Then started an intense sword fight the world missed or it would have been recorded in history. Their brows furrowed in concentration as they tried to spot a weakness in their opponent.
Sir Galahad screamed all of a sudden, “Mom!”
Their mother came hurrying down the stairs. “Gally! Lance! I have told you not to touch those antique pieces. Who is hurt now?”
“He asked for it, Mom.” said Lance, defensively.
Written for Alastair’s Photo Fiction.
Excellent 🙂
Thank you, Alastair:) and also thanks for the opportunity
You’re welcome.
ROTFLOL! I’ve said it before but you’re really got a wicked sense of humour. Thanks for that.
I am so glad you enjoyed it:) You have made my day with your kind words of appreciation
Great story. You have to lock up those antiques.
That is right. Thank you, Summer
I enjoyed this tale 🙂
Thank you very much, Aesop Clerk:)
I like this – samurai swords, Arthur’s lads and all in the family – as good as Cowboys and Aliens 🙂
Thank you so much:)
Lovely little story. Thank you, Micheline
Thank you very much, Micheline
Mom always said ” it’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye. “
very true and wise. Thank you for reading:)
Playing pretend was always a favorite. Hopefully no stitches will be needed.
Hopefully not:) Thank you, Susan:)
Fun story! I really enjoyed this tale taken from Lancelot and Galahad’s childhood — and it sounds like these two are in a lot of trouble!
yes, they sure are:) Glad you like it and thank you
Darn kids! 😉
lol:) yes. Thank you, Rosy