Robin Hood: Prince Of Thieves 3-sentence fic

[archersangel]

Friar Tuck was alone, practicing fighting with his staff; a knock to the head here, a quick thrust there, a low, sweeping arc to knock an imaginary man off of his feet.

"You fight like a cow." The comment came from Tuck's left, he turned to see Little John leaning against a tree drinking from a cup. "You lumber about and are as fast as one coming in to be milked."

He offered nothing more, not a suggestion or piece of advice, just moved away from the tree and ambled back to his hut. Leaving Tuck to regret giving these fools beer.

there's a friending meme going on. going back & forth on if i want to join it or not.