1 June 2012
'You sneaky little buggers!', the wise old dragon thought. With one eye barely open, he had spotted a man and his dwarf*.
(*This story is set in a kingdom, where slavery is still ok, and dwarves make pretty good sidekicks, in a strangely comical way.)
The Dragon lay there watching, still pretending to be asleep. He had not had company in a very long time, so watched the little men speak.....
"There be a dragon here, I can smell it!"
"Keep your mouth shut dwarf!"
He must be in a good mood, thought the dwarf, last few times he spoke he swore.
"Go first now dwarf, there may be traps, your turn to scout ahead.".
The dwarf looked up at his master, and with a tear in his eye he said:
"My lord, I have always served you, and I have always served you well! Though you punish me when your angry, and you hate me! I can tell."
"I told you I smelt Dragon, and your like: "shut up dwarf.", he said in a mocking accent. His lord looking on with scorn.
"You see my lord, the trap ahead? ...... ...... In Fact, a dragons tail!! You really are an idiot, and This is an Epic Fail!"
"Twenty five years I have served you, never have I spoke out of place. But, my lord, if I could reach, I'd punch you in the face!!"
"You very rarely feed me! And you kick me all the time!! And if I where not a slave, my lord, I would straight away resign!"
"But none of this really matters now, co's if you turn around you will see, that when it comes to sniffing Dragons, you should have listened to me!"
He watched the remains smouldering, then drifted off to sleep. The wise old ancient dragon, in the caverns, dark and deep.
There Be Dragons! • Opuss № I