A Dragon Tale about a Green Fairy

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"Oh, really?" the fairy asked with alarm.

"Yes." A grim smile etched the dragons lips.

"And you," he continued, "with your lovely

fairy dust seasoning will make a nice thin steak."

"A think steak? No. I do not think so,"

she said hovering furiously between his eyes.

"Really, my green dear. You don't stand a chance."

"Oh? What do you think I am? Some silly

little princess all bound up and dainty

in her fetching little whale bone corset

so snug tight she faints when lifting her comb?

Those days are long dead dragon!"

He laughed, humored by the fairy's

words and decided she deserved the flame.

He puffed up his chest, his belly growing red

and spat, with horrendously bad breath, a spray

of burning hot, blue and red napalm flame.

The fairy using her magic jade wand

caused his flame to become an ice wall

of frozen fire that shimmered crystal prisms.

The dragon stared vacantly petrified,

and in less than a blink, flew fast away.

The fairy's heart sank. "Damn. Frightened another one.

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