“I would have
gotten away with it too if it wasn't for you meddling kids!”
CSI: Crime
Scene Investigation* #quote
Today I found a
fossil of a dragon. I named it Shelby. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Cleaning Up
After The Dragon
Dumb dragon
always doing its business in the castle. How's a wizard like me going
to my work when I have to spend half the day teleporting baby dragon
“surprises” out of the castle into some parallel universe then
casting even more spells to get rid of the smell. My other wizard
friends say, “Oh Exolin, why can't you just clean them all up at
the end of the day?”
Well my
dragon's leavings are as fiery as its breath. I can ignore it. Unless
I want it to permeate through the entire castle. Cleaning it day in
and day out. It needs to just take its business outside! Stupid
dragon!
But everyday I
can't be too mad. His name is Scales and he stretches out his neck
and lays in head in my lap. He smiles with those sharp teeth while he
holds some meat I've given him. He lets out gentle grunts that sound
like a cross between a puppy's growl and a cat's purr. He's a smaller
breed and once I train him, I'm glad that he'll always be able to fit
inside the castle even when he grows up.
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