“Where’s Carlos? He was supposed to be cooking the chili.”
“He was getting ready to add the meat ingredient.”
“What kind of chili is he making?”
“Dragon chili.”
“Dragon chili? Where did he get the dragon?”
“He had a little dragon chained in the yard. He went out back to dispatch it, but when he raised the axe, he heard a voice behind him say, ‘Let the little dragon go.’ Without turning around, Carlos said, ‘Bugger off. I’m busy.’”
“Who was talking?”
“The dragon’s mother.”
“Where’s Carlos?”
“Here,” he said, handing her the urn.
Boy, did Carlos regret that move.
“He was getting ready to add the meat ingredient.”
“What kind of chili is he making?”
“Dragon chili.”
“Dragon chili? Where did he get the dragon?”
“He had a little dragon chained in the yard. He went out back to dispatch it, but when he raised the axe, he heard a voice behind him say, ‘Let the little dragon go.’ Without turning around, Carlos said, ‘Bugger off. I’m busy.’”
“Who was talking?”
“The dragon’s mother.”
“Where’s Carlos?”
“Here,” he said, handing her the urn.
Boy, did Carlos regret that move.
