“You’ve been selected for a difficult task. You are to guard the princess.”
“I don’t know if I can do this. I’ve never done guard work for royalty before.”
“Of course you can.”
The two men walked through the door. A woman holding a cat greeted them.
“We’re taking the princess and her pet to the planet Newbar. ”
The young guard reached out for the cat. “I will be responsible for the pet.”
The woman looked horrified. “That’s the pet!” She pointed to a shaggy dog in the corner. “This,” she said, holding up the cat, “is the princess.”