Sir Montague, the Kings Knight had been sent on a Dragon Quest.
"Now
look here, Sir Montague, I can't have dragons roaming around my
countryside, supposing they decide to eat the livestock, or worse still,
some of my subjects. You know how devilish these monsters can be.
"Yes, Sire," replied the Mouse. "The only thing Sire, is that a dragon is so big, much, much bigger than me."
"Are you saying you're afraid?"
"No,
not at all Sire, just remarking on the size difference that's all."
Montague shuffled his feet and tried not to look the King in the eye.
"Well,
that's good, can't have my Knights turning into sissies. No, No, that
wouldn't do at all." The King glared at Montague. "Away with you then
and sort out that dragon. Don't come back until you have." He waved a
hand at the Knight. Montague bowed and backed out of the throne room.
After
several days travel, Montague came across the Dragon's lair. He
dismounted his rabbit and walked over to the entrance. "You hoo, Mr.
Dragon, can I have a word?" He listened to see if he could hear
anything. Not a sound. He must be out, thought Montague, oh well can't
say I didn't try. As he turned towards his rabbit, ready to ride out. A
voice echoed within the lair.
"Who called me?"
The
voice was deep and fiery and Montague began to shake, just a little, so
he withdrew his sword and stuck it into the ground so that he could
hold on and steady his nerves.
"It is I, Sir Montague, King's Knight, would like a quick word with you.
"Oh
Bother, really?" A puff of smoke drifted out of the mouth of the lair.
Heavy foot steps rumbled towards the opening. Out stepped the dragon
and looked around. "Where are you then?" he growled.
"Down here," said Montague in a squeakier voice than he had intended.
"Oh,
there you are." He lowered himself down so that he could look at the
mouse without having to bend his head. "What do you want then?"
Montague
cleared his throat and tried his hardest to put on a deeper voice, but
it still came out as a squeak. "The King, my boss, is worried that
you're going to reap havoc in his domain. You know, eat the livestock,
people, set fire to things etc. I've been sent here to sort things out."
The
Dragon tipped back his head and laughed, as he did, streaks of flames
flew into the air. "Why does everyone have such a low opinion of
dragons. We're not all the same you know." He sniffed and a single tear
run down his check and splashed onto the ground, soaking Montague in the
progress.
"Oh please don't get upset," he was more worried that he didn't make the creature angry, "I didn't mean to ...."
"It's not you, it's everyone, boo hoo, boo hoo." The dragon sobbed so much, that Montague was now up to his knees in water.
"Stop!" he yelled, "or you'll drown me."
"Opps,
sorry." He stared at the small pond his tears had made, took a deep
breath and puffed out a hot flame that evaporated all the water. "It's
just that I'm a vegan Dragon, I don't go rampaging anywhere, in fact I
get quite lonely at times." Another tear dribbled down his cheek and
Montague had to doge out of the way before it hit him.
"There, there," said Montague as he patted the dragon's leg. "If you're a vegan dragon that makes all the difference."
"It does?"
"Yes, it does," smiled Montague. "I don't see any reason why you can't stay here."
"Oh thank you," said the Dragon as he wiped his eyes with his tail.
"Cheerio then," said Montague as he mounted his rabbit and hopped off into the sunset.
"Thank
goodness he's gone, now I can get back to eating that tasty sheep that
just happened to wonder my way." He grinned and licked his lips...
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