The dragon has been in the parlor for a week now. It doesn’t move around, except to wave its tail. It hasn’t threatened us, although we mostly stay out of that room. It hasn’t eaten (I know some reptiles can go a long time) and, thank Jupiter, it hasn’t excreted. It’s like it’s waiting for something.
Did I leave that window open? I don’t think so. Something’s coming in – a claw!
Now “our” dragon extends a grasping claw. It’s a tug of war. The house is shaking. The walls are falling. The roof is creaking, cracking, crumbling . . .
Did I leave that window open? I don’t think so. Something’s coming in – a claw!
Now “our” dragon extends a grasping claw. It’s a tug of war. The house is shaking. The walls are falling. The roof is creaking, cracking, crumbling . . .
