A Maiden Getting Her Claim

Despite having a good record of accomplishment Churchill was feeling down until there was a knock on his door. Opening the gate, a beautiful maiden sporting a special weight needing attention stood respectively.

Churchill nearly fell over after seeing the gorgeous figure, “Churchill,” the young lady who had a secret hidden inside her started, “I bring you these roses, these beautiful flowers.”

“Maiden,” Churchill took a step back, “I have known you since we were both three years old, I was at your marriage to,”

Without delay the maiden interrupted the adult gentlemen, “there will always be a place in my heart for Warrior Johny,”

“Warrior Johny!” Churchill exclaimed, “what happened to my school mate chum buddy?”

Accepting the invitation into the residency the maiden followed direction and decided to take a seat in the living room, “after we made the Congressman a winner, King Ottoman called saying he wanted to show us an exercise mission,”

“Warrior Johny was always looking for adventure,” Churchill mentioned watching the maiden grab a tissue from the box.

“Our royal family, the one’s that sit on the hill, in the grand castle were adamant that this plan was a long shot,” the maiden clutched the Kleenex while spinning the tale, “but warrior Johny was up for the challenge.”

“So, what happened, maiden, what happened to warrior Johny?”

“It was an unpredictable bay and that fact showed immediately,” the maiden wiped a tear, “and since it was so dangerous, they pulled the kayaks on to the shore where it was safer.”

“And” Churchill wanted more.

“The Bear God emerged,” the maiden now crying reported, “just snapped my warrior Johny in a second.”

“Osbourne,” Churchill mumbled hearing the commentary before going into his office to grab a laptop.

“Yeah, that was the bear God’s name,” the maiden raised her voice, “Osbourne.”

When Churchill returned, he started to type on the keyboard, “just checking your military widow allowance and it does say here you have the option to claim.”

Feeling a little bit more comfortable the maiden opened her pocketbook and inserted the dirty hand towel, “he was such a wonderful favorite surfer dude, always winning a trophy.”

“That he was,” Churchill responded clicking one more button, “your check will be in the mail.”

“Thank you, Churchill, and enjoy the roses,” the maiden answered.

Months later somewhere on a tropical beach a surfboard decorated in Bear God Beer sponsorship advertising placements was inserted into the sand,

“Osbourne do not block my sun,” the maiden requested shielding her eyes.

“You know you were never really married to warrior Johny,”

“I know and that is why my lady secret on how to stay a maiden while having a special weight works.”