January 22nd, 2009
As Jezebel and the dragon began to make camp, the minotaur saw his chance to get away from the haystack he hated and go off hunting for more amphipteres. He didn’t understand why Jezebel thought the advice was so great that it deserved gratitude, but she was master for now, and so she could do as she pleased. He would occupy his mind with the taste and smell of his next meal.
Jezebel was frustrated with the minotaur. He just huffed out of camp like he was being forced into unpleasant company, here where her dreams had first began to actualize. Well, maybe at least he’d bring back some of that tasty meat for dinner tonight. She turned her attention away from the minotaur and toward the haystack. “Mr. Haystack, the dragon and I would like to thank you for your wonderful advice that led to us becoming as beautiful as we are.”
“While girls with golden locks may be revered by many, and thus your thanks is rightly earned,” the haystack replied, “Tresses on a dragon are like a mouse armed with a bouquet of flowers—completely unhelpful and rather silly looking.”
The dragon moaned in dismay. “But the spell was supposed to make me beautiful. Jezebel said I was beautiful, she did.” He threw himself into a weeping, shaking heap, tears welling out of his eyes and pouring down his purple checks. “Nothing ever works for me. Life is so unfair.”
January 27th, 2009 at 2:05 pm
But mouses bearing flowers makes a wonderful greeting card (or at least so Hallmark would have us believe). Perhaps there should be more golden-haired dragons on greeting cards…