Weeks later, the now “mad” Dragon lay in it’s lair, twitching in a pile of it’s own offal. As he lay miserably, an especially evil dragon from the north arrived to challenge him for his home.

The new dragon easily slew the old, and ate him, bones and all…only to fall ill as well.

And now the peasant’s great-grandchildren live in peace, dragon-free, as it soon became known that you don’t fuck with peasants.

Great story! But my golden rule is: If you bust out a Dragon, ?SOMEONE has to die!

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!