Tom and I surprised some friends by showing up at the Renaissance Festival for a few hours on Saturday. We had a wonderful time catching up, but though I kept a wary eye out for dragons, I didn’t see any. Or…did I?
When Tom and I found a quiet bench to talk about something, we heard a cracking sound, and then this fell out of the tree onto the ground next to us.
Dry summer, or dragon trying to creep down to eavesdrop and picking the wrong branch?
Sounds like the work of a deranged guinea hen with a hacksaw.
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I was looking right at it when it snapped and fell about two feet away, so your dragon was one of the invisible ones. They are the worst, I’d rather deal with any other color dragon.
Sneaky bastards, aren’t they?
Most probably it was an overweight, invisible dragon. One of them toppled half a tree around the corner last Thursday night. Then the next night while trying to roost in what was left to the tree, toppled the other half. Tree wipe-out! Mlle. Renee even had to chase one out of her yard last night. Because I was human and the dragon was invisible, I couldn’t see it.
It’s a good thing that Renee the Dragon Hunter is on the job!
Do not disturb the dragon for you are crunchy and taste good with Ketchup.
Dragons love me. Ask Jim.
Of course they do, Beckys taste delish even without Ketchup.
Maybe some A1.
Episode 314159265
Revenge of the Dragon
Hearing that there were only 25 days until the break of dawn, a mysterious lady dragon from the land of Shrek engages her cloaking device and settles her badly damaged space hopper down on a tree limb.
The evil Sith Lord, Darth Gumdrop, smouldering by the dragon’s cunning, gazes into space where a space hopper once was, calculating where those stolen plans have gone to now.
Meanwhile, in a distant galaxy far, far away…
The only thing this is missing is a ring.
Oh, I’m sure it’s in the boot with the plans along with a random assortment of Backstreet Boys memorabilia, a beatles record, the crown jewels of Ra covered in spice, a towel, a jar with a penny in it, a power glove with an assortment of razor blades, a coconut, a glowing frisbee and a big red button that no-one dared touch.
Guarding this sacred treasure trove is a small furry creature that somehow should never be fed after midnight, whenever that is, in deep space.
I think you have it covered now!