I want to join The High Order of Dragons. Fandango told me to find a local dragon and get my sacred shoelace. I found a local dragon — a very rich local dragon, he lives in a jewelry store! — and he told me I have to wrestle Dr. John and capture the shoelace from the shoe he’s wearing and bring it back to the jewelry store for the secret ceremony. Now I am confused and don’t know what to believe! Fandango made it sound like Burl would just give me the shoelace, but I thought that seemed a little too easy.
Not only that, but the jewelry store guy thought I was crazy and he came and chased me away! And I’m certain you don’t believe me either, but here’s a picture of Burl to prove I really met him!
Melli says that today is to be the last day of our dragon quest. She said we were to set all our dragons free, so here goes!
The European dragon prefers living in deep dark caves in high mountains, and rarely steps into the light of day. They hunt at night. If you ever see one, it is best to pretend you haven’t. Though most dragons don’t bear a grudge against human-kind, they do remember why they must now live in darkness and are almost extinct. If a dragon ever thinks you got a good look at it, it will take steps to see that you never tell. You won’t like those steps.
The Gargoyle Dragon lives in crowded cities all over the world. They grace the tops of old buildings by day, and hunt in the concrete canyons by night. Their favorite prey is solitary drunks. I you are going drinking in the city, do not walk the streets alone at night. (That’s good advice for other reasons, as well.)
The Miniature Dragon is a jokster and a trouble-maker. Have you ever tripped when there was nothing to trip on? Chances are, you tripped over the tail of a Miniature Dragon. And chances are, it wasn’t an accident. Miniature Dragons are mostly see-through, and impossible to spot unless one looks directly at them. A relative of the little fella in this diagram recently broke into my home, trashed my library and stole my copy of Dragonology. I can’t help but wonder if Dr. John might have had a little something to do with the robbery. He was quite distressed that I still had a copy of the diary.
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Okay, Melli, I let my dragon’s go. If they eat somebody, remember, you asked for it!
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Oh, and speaking of asking for things, if you’re in the mood for another challenge, come by here anytime after midnight Saturday night (Hawaii time) and my new photo challenge — also running just one week — will be posted.
I you want to know what time midnight Saturday night, Hawaiian time, is in your part of the world, ask the World Clock.
Dame Melli, the lady-fair of our current photo-quest, has requested dragons, so yesterday I set out on a perilous dragon hunt and managed to bag a few of the wily creatures. It wasn’t easy. Dragons don’t care for publicity and most people that find them don’t come back to tell their tales. Even so, I managed to find the diary of an archaeologist who works with dragon bones. Here is his sketch of what the earliest known dragon probably looked like.
Artist's rendition of probable appearance of earliest known dragon.
Today I grabbed my trusty camera, made certain it was loaded and went in search of Dragons for that lady-fair we know as Melli. First I drove very slowly through my own little town of Waianae (phonetically: why-an-eye). I racked my brains trying to remember ever seeing a dragon. I know there is one painted on one of the big rigs that travels up and down our coast, but of course I didn’t see it today.
I stop at both Chinese restaurants. The first one isn’t open, but a peek in the window shows me Buddha, not dragons. The second restaurant is decorated with a bamboo motif. No dragons. I drove on down the road, still cruising slow. Not one single dragon.
I drove to the next city over — actually, not. The next city over is Ko’Olina and I skipped it. It is off the freeway and an exclusive community with guards and gates and such and I just didn’t know what I was going to say to gain entrance. I believe the truth — “Hi, I’m hunting dragons,” — would have gained me admission to nothing but the nearest psych ward. So, I went instead to Kopolei. They have many Asian restaurants, most of which are decorated with pictures of the dishes they serve. The Kopolei Chinese Restaurant (catchy name, yes?) is decorated in golden Koi and lotus leaves. Very pretty, but no dragons.
So — since I was really supposed to be doing my chores with dragon hunting as an added bonus, I went to Kunia to the Wal-Mart to purchase toothpaste, fruit juices, and pasta. It was in Wal-Mart that I finally found a dragon. It tried to allude me by hiding in the children’s isle and disguising itself as a toy boat, but it couldn’t fool me!