"This is not how I wanted to spend my holiday season." Said the oldest man in the group, running his fingers through his almost not brown hair.
"Oh come no, Paul. It's only December 23rd!"
"I know it." Replied the old farmer. "But I've got company over which stresses the wife up, and I like to help her entertain."
"Will you two ladies stop gossiping and help Bret, Brianne, and I load the cart?" William crowed. His fiery red hair glowed in the snowy night like a warning that he was a dragon with skin.
"Show some respect, William!" Richard called back.
The five loaded the cart with weapons and drove it to the dragon's keep. The dragon lived in the ruins of an old castle. He kept his treasure in the dungeon and still felt it necessary to guard the highest room in the tallest tower even though the princess no longer lived there. No one died but lately the dragon had been stealing a lot more cattle. Which really isn't so great during feast season when wealth is thinly spread to be shared. A giant cattle thief was a huge problem for the small community called Winterton. So the village sent its five bravest people; Paul, William, Richard, and the twins Bret and Brianne.
When they reached the dragon's keep the big, green, dragon was laid out like a dog in his house. The dragon had his body in the throne room while his head hung out the door! He snored, contented, great billows of smoke and steam rolled from his nostrils.
In the blink of an eye William snatched up a broad sword, hopped up on the dragon's neck, straddling him. Of course the poor dragon startled and took off into the air! William clung to the dragon with his legs, futilely swinging his broad sword like an axe, the trying to chop off the poor beast's head.
'Flying through the veil
On a dragon's back!
O'er the fields we go,
Hacking all the way!
Spikes on his tail swing,
Making cattle die.
OH WHAT FUN IT IS TO RIDE AND SING A SLAYING SONG TONIGHT! OH!'
The other four heroes kept themselves firmly planted on the ground as they watched their comrade not only single handedly battle a dragon but also immortalize his glorious victory in song! What was there to do but watch William work his mad magic, anyway?
Christmas dragon, Christmas dragon,
I will kill you today!
'Oh what fun it is to ride and slay
A cattle thief today! HEY!'
With that the dragon did a barrel roll successfully ridding himself of William. The big, green, dragon pointed himself upward and flew into the night sky until he was lost in the stars. Paul, Richard, Bret and Brianne all ran to William who coughed once, set up, and gave them all a big grin.
"Looks like your singin' scared 'em off." Richard said, offering the village's completely mad savior a hand up.
The big, green, scary, dragon, was never seen again.
Originally I had my pretty speel about who I am. Let's be honest that's boring. I wear a lot of hats, do a lot of things with the 24 hours God gives me each day, and sometimes I take an hour or two and look at Deviant Art to unwind.
I'm an author, avid book lover, artsy fartsy chick who doesn't art enough! LaDiDa! Sometimes I get a little rude, and make poorly crafted jokes or just type "Wubba Lubba Dub Dub" in the activity update over and over again. Who knows! It's me!
The link is to my Etsy store. That's all 3D art. I refuse to sell my photographs because I never want to look at a sunset and think about how much money I'm going to make off of it.