A Dragon Tale about a Green Fairy

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believe the mystery of my magic

can't be used in an offensive attack.

Really, it's true," she assured him and brought

out her wand again, waving it about.

But, nothing strange or weird happened to him.

He, uncertain, took a deep sniff of her

to discern the worth of her words and soul.

He smelled something truthful, pretty and safe.

The dragon hummed, wondering what she was,

and what she wanted and her reasons why.

Before he questioned her she offered free,

"I like you, dragon. Your poem touched me deep.

How is it you could speak with such wisdom

of beauty, yet be so cruel, mean and weak?"

The fact she liked his poem inspired his trust.

"Well, you see," he began. "Dragons are just,

by nature, cruel and mean to hide the fact

they're weak, fearful beasts inside their fearsome

bodies of reptile armor. That's why they

fly about causing arguments all the

time and eating people and hoarding gold.

But, you see, it's all just a mask. A goon's

pride, a hobgoblin's pathetic fancy

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