This little fantasy presents an ordinary dragon who suffers under the domination of a nagging wife. This is only the first part of the story. Stay tuned for part two, coming soon.
Dragon story, part one
One morning Henry Draco awoke with a vague sense of foreboding. When he reached toward the bedside table and fumbled for his eyeglasses, Mabel Draco grumbled and turned over.
"You idiot," she hissed. "You left them on the mantle!"
Henry's green scales rattled as he sat up and dangled his legs over the side of the bed. A great yawn issued forth from his mouth, tinged with just a little puff of smoke from his internal fire. He slipped on his house shoes, which he kept beside the bed, and rose to his feet. His poor eyesight made it difficult for him to navigate, but after twice walking into the door frame, he managed to go into the living room. He stumbled to the fireplace and clutched his eyeglasses, which were on the mantle, as his wife had said. He wondered how she knew where they were, when he himself did not know. Was she psychic or something?
Mrs. Draco grumbled loudly from the bedroom, where she lay half asleep on the mattress which she had made herself by stuffing the feathers she had taken from many swans and geese and ducks into a soft linen bag.
Henry plodded into the kitchen and opened the pantry, which he found mostly empty. They had a box of cornmeal, a canister of salt and not much more.
"I'm hungry!" Mrs. Draco roared. "Go out and get me something to eat!"
Henry sighed, pulled his coat off the hook near the door, and stepped outside.
"And don't slam the door again!" his wife screamed.
Apparently, he had a habit of annoying his wife. He wondered how she put up with him, and more, he wondered why she didn't leave him. Oh, how he treasured peace and quiet, how he longed to be a bachelor again. A divorce would be easy, since they had no young dragons to provide for, but he lacked the motivation, or perhaps the nerve, to pack his bag and leave her.
Henry decided to go into the woods and find a maple tree. That would satisfy Mabel's sweet tooth, and then maybe she would settle down and stop hissing at him. On the other hand, she did like a pot of meat. Henry felt a flutter in his belly and a slight shiver down the scales of his spine. He did not like killing things, so he decided that a maple tree would have to do until Mabel decided to go out and hunt something down.
Henry Draco lumbered down the winding dirt road to the edge of the forest. When he tried to squeeze between two cedar trees, his jacket snagged on a low limb. He shook himself, sending up a cloud of dust from between his scales, and pulled himself free. As he passed among the oaks, pines and cedars in search of a maple tree, he began to hear the distant clopping of horse hooves.
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You can red part two here:
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