Rule 1: Do not disturb the peace
By accident I discovered the best way to get rid of a dragon.
Anyone ever met the Dragon of Light? The beast that never sleeps.
She bounces, she skips, she spins and wags – but she won’t sit still.
And turns out dragons don’t fart. That’s a good thing.
What would you call a fire-breathing, farting lizard?
A self-starting BBQ. Ha!
A one-fart wonder? Hee-hee.
But I suffer indigestion. Sometimes gas escapes. It’s the stress. Do you have any idea how bad stress is when universal peace is at stake?
I’m a walking the dragon. I fart, accidentally. She blasts off. I’m flying behind her, gripping the leash. My hands burn red.
Never had so much fun! I exchange grins with my new, best pal.
Like a rocket, ZOOM, 100,000 kilometres in a micro-split. We loop and dive straight down, smash the sound barrier.
I think we are dead. The sonic BOOM shatters the silence, shattering stillness, no more peace or harmony, just a whole lot of Kapoot!
In my head, fizz, whoosh. Except it wasn’t in my head. It was The Big Bang.
And then I saw the big, black hole. Put me out of my misery now!
Happiness left behind complete devastation.