Roped to a tree was a white gowned damsel. A damsel most certainly in distress. Leering over her was a dragon. there was the usual smoke from the nostrils and stench of rotting flesh.
The knight dismounted, approached the dragon while unsheathing his sword.
'Stop!' Cried the damsel and dragon in unison. 'If you kill the dragon you will kill us both for we are two halves of the same beast'.
'But if I do not kill the dragon it will surely kill you'. The knight said to the damsel.
'No it won't'. She replied. 'This is just a game we play to entertain ourselves'.
The knight sheathed his sword, mounted his horse and rode away to the sound of jeering from the damsel and dragon.
The last words he heard were: Whatever happened to chivalry.
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