Poor Dragon

Poor Dragon

Once so very long ago, when people lived in villages and kings lived in castles, there was a dragon. He was a good dragon, well, as far as dragons go. But he was not only a good dragon, he was a clever dragon. He lived just outside the village gates where he could keep an eye out for any danger that may threaten the village.
Once so very long ago, when people lived in villages and kings lived in castles, there was a dragon. He was a good dragon, well, as far as dragons go. But he was not only a good dragon, he was a clever dragon. He lived just outside the village gates where he could keep an eye out for any danger that may threaten the village.
Then one cold, wet, chilly day, Dragon started sneezing. His snout started running and his eyes started watering, his ears were blocked and his throat was sore, but worse of all his fire breath went out. Cough, cough went Dragon but all that came out was a few little puffs of smoke.
Then one cold, wet, chilly day, Dragon started sneezing. His snout started running and his eyes started watering. His ears were blocked and his throat was sore. But worse of all, his fire breath went out. Cough, cough went Dragon but all that came out was a few little puffs of smoke.
“Try giving Dragon raspberries” said the fruit man. So the villagers brought two buckets of raspberries for Dragon to eat. But when Dragon tried to blow out, little pips shot everywhere and the villagers had to run for cover. And still no fire breath.
“Try giving Dragon raspberries” said the fruit man. So the villagers brought two buckets of raspberries for Dragon to eat. But when Dragon tried to blow out, little pips shot everywhere and the villagers had to run for cover. And still no fire breath.
He knew that by looking after the villagers, they, in return, would look after him. Every day the villagers would bring him food, apples and pears, bread and jelly jam, cucumbers and lettuce, raspberries and cherries. But the thing Dragon looked most forward to, was when his little friend Arthur brought him chillies; red chillies, yellow chillies, green chillies and even purple chillies and the hotter the better.
He knew that by looking after the villagers, they, in return, would look after him. Every day the villagers would bring him food, apples and pears, bread and jelly jam, cucumbers and lettuce, raspberries and cherries. But the thing Dragon looked most forward to, was when his little friend Arthur brought him chillies; red chillies, yellow chillies, green chillies and even purple chillies and the hotter the better.
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The villagers covered Dragon in a large blanket and the doctor hurried out to see him. He checked inside Dragon’s tiny ears and under his red tongue. He listened to his massive belly and put a hand on his green forehead, then he made Dragon say “ahhh”. “Hmm” said the doctor. “Hmm” said all the villagers. “Poor Dragon has a nasty cold” said the doctor. “Poor Dragon” said the villagers.
“Try lemons” said the washer lady. So the villagers brought three buckets of lemons for Dragon to eat. But Dragon’s lips became so puckered, he couldn’t even open his mouth. So there was still no fire. breath.“Try giving Honey” said the beekeeper.So the villagers brought four buckets of honey for Dragon to eat. And when Dragon let out a deep breath, it was so sweet that all the villagers swooned. But sadly, no fire breath to be seen.
The people of the village relied on the dragon’s breath to light their fires every night. They needed the fire to cook their meals and warm their homes. The blacksmith needed the fire to heat up his metals. The baker needed the fire to bake his bread and the washer lady needed the fire to boil her copper pots. All was fine and everyone was happy.
The people of the village relied on the dragon’s breath to light their fires every night. They needed the fire to cook their meals and warm their homes. The blacksmith needed the fire to heat up his metals. The baker needed the fire to bake his bread and the washer lady needed the fire to boil her copper pots. All was fine and everyone was happy.
“What are we going to do” said the villagers, “now how will we light our fires”? “Try giving Dragon some garlic” said the vegetable man. So the villagers brought a bucket of garlic for dragon to eat. But when Dragon breathed out, all the villagers were knocked over by the garlic fumes. And alas, there was still no fire breath.
“What are we going to do” said the villagers, “now how will we light our fires?” “Try giving Dragon some garlic” said the vegetable man. So the villagers brought a bucket of garlic for dragon to eat. But when Dragon breathed out, all the villagers were knocked over by the garlic fumes. And alas, there was still no fire breath.
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“Maybe Jelly jam” said the baker. So the villagers brought five buckets of jelly jam for dragon to eat. But when Dragon tried to breathe his fire breath, all that came out was icky sticky jelly jam and the villagers were covered in it. And once again, no fire breath........Should you wish to know the rest of the story or for any enquiries please leave your questions on my contact page.

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