There Aren't as Many Dragon Stories as You'd
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by Rue DeDay
Once, way out in the windswept heights, there was a dragon.
When he had enough of the windswept heights, he moved down to the plains.
It was warmer there.
He landed on the plains and crashed into a tree. He set
up a pitiful howl of pain.
"Owie, owie, owie! I have a splinter in my foot! Owie,
owie, owie!" howled the dragon. See how pitiful he was?
Along came a monkey, drawn by the ruckus.
"If I get the splinter out of his foot, he'll owe my one,"
the monkey thought. The monkey figured it's always good to have a dragon
owe you one. You just never know when you'll be in a jam and a dragon that
owes you one sure would be handy.
"Hey! Dragon!" called the monkey. "If I pull the splinter
out of your foot, will you owe me one?"
"Sure, friend monkey. If you pull the splinter out of my
foot, I'll owe you one."
"We have a deal!" exclaimed the monkey. You could tell
he exclaimed, he used the exclaimation point. A dead give-away.
The monkey went boldly up to the dragon. He inspected the
splintered foot.
"Hey! There's no splinter in this foot!"
"You don't say?" And the dragon ate the monkey.
Dragons: Improving the monkey intellegence, one idiot at
a time.
Posted 8/13/01