Dan the Dragon was sick of his usual routine. Breathe some fire, terrify some innocent passersby, repeat ad naseum. Every day was like any other. But what to do?
He thought about his skills. He flew frequently, so a pilot was possible. But, too much responsibility. His spells for victims required mixing potions, so maybe a chef? Nah. He’d be too tempted to eat his customers.
Then it hit him. Dan went to a burger place, and was accepted as the flame griller. His mouth served as the grill, and Dan got all the free burgers he wanted. A win-win!
He thought about his skills. He flew frequently, so a pilot was possible. But, too much responsibility. His spells for victims required mixing potions, so maybe a chef? Nah. He’d be too tempted to eat his customers.
Then it hit him. Dan went to a burger place, and was accepted as the flame griller. His mouth served as the grill, and Dan got all the free burgers he wanted. A win-win!
