Uninvited guests don't always come at convenient times...
We had no idea how the dragon got into the apartment. It was far too big to enter a door or window. Yet there it was, sprawling against a living room wall, crushing a chair and my Sheraton-style table, idly waving its tail.
Then Edwin toddled out of the bedroom. “Quick, in here,” I shouted, shepherding the tot into the bathroom. I slammed the door just in time; that spiked tail flipped across the room smashing the top panel.
Call 911? Who would believe me? Anyway, my phone was under the dragon.
And besides, how could the creature get out?
Then Edwin toddled out of the bedroom. “Quick, in here,” I shouted, shepherding the tot into the bathroom. I slammed the door just in time; that spiked tail flipped across the room smashing the top panel.
Call 911? Who would believe me? Anyway, my phone was under the dragon.
And besides, how could the creature get out?
