Got a Light?
Quintus just needed to melt the ice to get a drink. He felt in his pockets for a dragon.
He pulled out a pygmy griffon that yawned and curled up in his palm. He swore he had a dragon. Maybe in his other jacket. Even a chimera would do.
A shadow fell over him. “Need help?” a huge green dragon said. It shot a burst of flame at the bucket, incinerating it and evaporating the ice in a puff of steam.
“You’re welcome,” the dragon rumbled and stalked away. Quintus felt his pockets again. Now he needed a water dragon.
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
A water dragon sounds just the job
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Great idea, a pocket dragon to warm our souls. Pity about the over enthusiastic fire dragon, that was no help.
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I can’t imagine anyone but you writing about dragons, that. lets face it, are very underrated. The graphic is so cute…wonder what he’s dreaming about with that shy grin.
Jennifer’s photo has inspired me to make pancakes. 🙂
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Dang it! Always too little or too much, eh? Hopefully, a water dragon will be less, shal we say, aggressive?
Fun take, David.
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Pesky dragons.
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Them dragons just do not know there own ability
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LOL…I l love it!
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That went well! The dragon doesn’t know its strength. LOL, cute story!
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Gosh, that was certainly helpful. 🙂
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Cute story and cute AI dragon. I’d love to have one that would sleep in the palm of my hand.
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Dear David,
Quintus lives a complicated life, doesn’t he? I’d love to have a cute little griffon like that. 😉 Fun story. Happy homecoming and unpacking.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Pygmy Puff tattoo:
Tiny puff of pink
Nestled on my cheeky skin
Whispers of mischief
Inked upon a canvas rare
Joyful charm forever there
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