The wee dragon
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
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there once was a boy who found a wee dragon and wanted him as his we pet. But his father insisted time after time that the boy could just not keep it. Oh father, please, he'll help mom and he won't be a fuss. He can light fire under the cattle for us. He'll be a bloody menace and he'll never behave for the last time my young son take that beast to its cave. And so the young boy did as he was told, he walked with his head down kicking at the road. The wee dragon followed close with its snout dragging low, for he was now sad he had nowhere to go. It's not fair now, it isn't. My father is mad! Yelled the boy with the dragon. He wasn't allowed to have, he couldn't remember where this cave was quite at. He had found the wee dragon while exploring in a big hat they looked and they looked, but it seemed to be hidden and through all of this time, not once was he bitten. So we decided to take the wee dragon back home after all, he couldn't just leave the wee dragon alone Half the way back. The boy had a thought Would father have changed his mind. He thought not so he had the weed dragon hide in a box and he hit him to the old man snores like an ox. The boy sneaked outside when the moon was at 12 and grabbed some cheese and crackers on his way out from the shelves. He crossed his fingers as he opened the lid of the big old brown box. Whereas we dragon hid. The dragon leapt out and started licking his face, spilling the crackers and cheese all over the place. He started to laugh and stopped really quick. The old man had heard them and the lights had been flipped. He came running out in his knickers and socks. Did you not listen, My boy, is your head full of rocks. But father, please can you not see this Dragon and I are friends meant to be? I can train him and feed him and take him on walks up. But I could teach the sweet dragon to talk. The old man shook his head and let out a sigh and said, raising this beast would be raising a lie. It isn't a matter of can it be trained? It's a bloodthirsty savage that will soon be after our brains. Come morning you're doing what? I've asked twice before, or you won't have a behind a sit on anymore. The morning came quick and the sun was sure bright. The boy had stayed up all through the night since he couldn't find the cave. His next plan was the zoo. At least he could visit and the wee dragon like this. To there. He would be fed and treated like a king. He thought to himself in his wee dragon daydreams. When they arrived. The zookeeper was thrilled and curious to why this dragon had not killed. It would be an honor to take this problem off your poor back. I'll make a fortune and and luxurious living at that, and you promised to take good care of him. Right, said the boy, not letting the wee dragon from his sight. Of course not to worry, said the keeper, with a grin and shut the zoo entrance behind him again. Now years had gone by and the zoo had since closed, some people had died. Why no one knows! The old man still laughs and always says with a hack, you just can't house a dragon, and that is a fact.