Dragons

 

Once upon the time from which legends come dragons roamed the earth. There were good dragons and there were bad dragons. Good dragons never ate people because people could talk and think just like dragons. Bad dragons didn’t care if people could talk or think they just cared if they tasted good. So bad dragons went along catching people and feasting on them whenever possible. Good dragons ate dogs , cats, horses, chickens, apples, plums, cherries and lots of other things. After a few centuries they stopped eating dogs because people seemed to like dogs. That is the good dragons stopped eating dogs. The bad dragons ate the dog and the people with the dog. The dog was like desert.

Some dragons had the ability to take human form and walk and talk with them. The human form, however, could only be held for an hour or so and then they would begin to change back. Bad dragons liked to spend a little time talking to their dinner  which shows you how bad they really were.

In the midst of the age of dragons Bob was born. His father was also named Bob and his grandfather as well. Every two or three centuries another dragon entered the line and they were always named Bob. Dragons, as I’m sure you know, had very long life spans, well over a thousand years. The Bob line were all good dragons. That may have been because way back in time one of the first Bob’s ate a person and had an allergic reaction. She sneezed fire for a week burning down most of the forest around her. After that time no Bob ever ate a human being. Over the centuries Bob’s walked and talked with humans and discovered they had a lot in common . They share similar hopes and dreams. The Bob’s not only didn’t eat humans they actually began to like them.

As the centuries past the struggle between the humans and the bad dragons became more intense. Many humans were eaten and some dragons died from a lucky spear throw or an arrow that caught the dragon’s one vulnerable spot. This made one Bob or another very sad. Humans, not being as smart as they sometimes think they are even killed a Bob, not being able to tell the difference between good dragons and bad dragons. Their moto was “ The only good dragon is a dead dragon”. Poor Bob saw the day when there would either be