The dragon was expecting him. Huddled against a crag, silver scales blending perfectly with the mountainside, she watched his approach.
Her claws flexed.
A tongue of flame curled at the back of her throat…
When the knight dismounted, she swept in and grabbed his horse. “Enjoy the walk home, bozo!”
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“Any last requests?”
Flames licked the dragon’s scaly lips as she leered at the knight splayed beneath her talons.
“Just one.” The knight tossed his golden curls. “Try not to singe my hair.”
The notice hung from the cathedral gate:
Funeral Service Tonight
For Sir Primpsalot the Vain
Lady Devon the Thoughtful has never met a dragon but doubts one would be inclined to humor a pretentious knight.
The war lasted many years, but today would mark its end. The knight pulled his sword out of the murderous king knowing his action had saved many lives.
Honor above all, the knight told himself. But nonetheless, he whispered one final sentence to the king.
“Be at peace, my brother.”
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“Halt, dragon!” called the knight.
“Who are you calling a dragon?”
“Oh, pardon me,” said the knight. “You looked like a dragon from behind.”
“How rude! I’m just big-boned!”
“I’m terribly sorry, gentle lizard. How can I make it up to you?”
“Don’t struggle,” said the dragon, and ate him.
A knight discovered a talking frog.
“Kiss me, and I’ll become a beautiful princess and be your wife.”
The knight immediately complied and the frog transformed into a woman of average pulchritude. “I’m sorry for lying,” she said, “but you’d never have kissed me if I said I was plain.”
This is the third in a week-long series from King Kool.