The Old Dragon
The old dragon shifted his great hulk of a body, one eye opened slowly as he sniffed the air in his lair. Oooo, it stinks in here he mumbled to himself. Well, he thought to himself, this cave has not been burned clean since my bride, Dancing Painted Toes, went on to Dragonwood Swamp.
I have not felt keen to roaring around and scaring the day lights out of people, he pauses to think, rubs his brow with a claw - for 10 moons now, I miss her.
Old Huffer Puffer, his given name, decided he needed to show a little life to the other inhabitants of the swamp. I have to blow the stink off myself.
Out the cave door he goes to visit Ms. Lacyback. She is out in her veggie garden pruning fruit trees, and hoeing around the Bittervetch. He snorts a gentle roar announcing his arrival, Ms. Lacyback is startled- she thought to herself, well what does he want, he is always in a foul mood. She looks up to see the old scamp smiling! Mercy me, she said, you’re in a sunny attitude today. Yes, he answered,
would you like to go to the Breakfast Brunch with me? She was stunned, absolutely stunned! It’s the Annual Breakfast Brunch for retired Dragons, the menu is stimulating at best - Stewed Dragonflies with curry sauce, Fried Grasshoppers, sauted Newts, Frog legs in wine sauce, Mugs of Cranberry Juice, Watercress sandwiches, Smoking Brownies, as well as many more selections. Well, that would be very nice, thank you.
All right, I’ll hook up the passenger sidecar for you - see you at noon sharp. Ah, Old Huffer Puffer thought, just what the Doctor ordered. I have to get myself smelling a little cleaner so it’s off to the DragonWash Pond, smelling salts are needed until the first layer of caked on dirt is loosened. Taking care to wash his back he ran himself through the Dragonback Brushes, twice. Patting his cleaned scales with Mid-day Madness Powder, he let out a huge roar just for the heck of it.
Huffer Puffer knew Ms Lacyback would be primped and preened... he wanted to impress her a little. He wished for her to know of his linage. He was no ordinary dragon, he was Royalty, his Grandfather served under George the Great, Monarch of The Great and Glorious Land of Dragons recorded in ancient tomes.
Carrying the history was tiresome at times, he wished he was a ordinary run of the mill Dragon, no history to represent. He longed to be a Hobo Dragon, carrying a knapsack on a stick over his shoulder, wandering from swamp to swamp cussing and stinking up the air, oh he thought what a grand thing to do. Enough day dreaming he said to himself, off to pick up my date.
My, my, Ms. Lacyback, you look lovely, Thank You, Huffer- she liked to keep things simple. Let’s hope the weather holds out for us today, the forecast pointed to showers early afternoon. We shall get a table under the umbrella plant. The leaves are huge, offering good shelter.
Ms. Laceyback, smacked her lips, I can taste those Fried Newts, um so good, with a side of Plum Jelly. Old Huffer Puffer, was thinking about food as well. He liked the French Fried Grasshoppers with Mustard Greens.
Huffer was seriously thinking of asking for Ms. Laceybacks’s hand in engagement. He was thinking a Lady Dragon might be a good thing, however, he did not know Ms. Laceyback’s feelings. He would ask a couple of questions.
Soaring feather- June 12, 2015
To be continued
Neat story. I look foreward to more.