Feel free to jump in with your ideas. I post responses to my blog.
“Why not? He looks like a nice dragon?”
“Nice? Dragons don’t come in nice.”
“He’s well dressed.”
“Dude, those are scales.”
“Really? Some days you slay me.”
“Come on, he is a perfectly nice dragon. If you are scared, I’ll ask him myself.”
“I am not scared. I am just…. smart.”
“Smarter than you obviously.”
“Go right ahead. I have pencil and paper.”
“Really!” He walked away.
I prepared to write.
“Excuse me, Sir Dragon…. if you might k now the way to…”
“Dear Mrs. Singe, I regret to inform you your son died this morning fried like a crispy critter. He was brave and honest and true and blah, blah, blah. Once he cools, I shall – with honor and dignity – scrape together his ashes and send them home post-haste.
Sincerely, Sir Hero.”
It was a dirty job, but job security being what is was these day, important beyond measure.