He looked funny with his hair pushed back, sweat running down the nape of his neck; despite the fact that he was exhausted, he continued on. “Do you give up yet?” he taunted loudly.
“Never!” came an unconvincing reply from behind a bush on the other side of the stream. “So how is it that you are so strong anyway? Your appearance is certainly deceiving.”
He hated the fact that people mistook him for some sort of weakling. “Well, I don’t know about that, but I am ready for you!”
“So what is your name anyway?”
“Call me Friar Tuck.”
Written for the 100-word prompt at Velvet Verbosity. This week’s word, in case you missed the highlight, is “tuck.”