‘Don’t you think I’m a little old for quests?’
‘Not if you want to win my heart,’ the fair maiden cooed.
‘But why does the treasure map have so many exes?’
‘Am I not worth the effort?’
When he started the endeavour he was as fat as a house, but several weeks of digging later he was svelte, bronzed and, from a certain angle, ruggedly handsome.
‘That’s more like it,’ announced a delighted maiden.
‘But I never found the treasure!’
‘Oh there never was any treasure. I just wanted to make you a little more presentable.’
He sighed. Perhaps she wasn’t the one after all.
Written for: Friday Fictioneers