This auspiciously coco coated day I your Light heard Jester send you a woven tail...for your, heart -musment
right now, what's on your mind Sundials. And St. Valentine's Day. the two are arriving arrant they... so theirs this dragon. I know him he's pretty, and gallant, his roar is loud as ell but some times you need to offer up sacrificial dogs to coax him from the cave. i mean though , be when he's out woah, just Woah, leads ya speechless he does. i remember this one day when I was nothin but a young young pup troten down the dusty trail with a god and the little drummer boy, when we came across this dragon just calmly strolin along in sandals of all thing. I tell ya thats a sight, big scaly red clawed toes in Earth friendly shoes,
I tell you so we brought this dragon back to the house of lady KlownBrow, and we engineered contraptions of merriment and madness.
"S'nice. who'da though a fire breathing physicist?
" Now, if I could only implore to put to use that same skill to return him to this house that has been his".
Madamiral , I am A mere jester and weaver of tails. and I hint or Hinder my lengthy vocalizations to no one. but as I say time in and out, Ill continue. you know ma'am, that same dragon roared a lot about some of the creatures from his world now, I'm none too traversed in the draconic tung but , ah some amazing animals he would speak of. still does you know. grandiosely he spoke of one though only once a terrible thing uttered, far more often he'd describe in detail the sodalities of her furs and and sniffles and all else's.
Furs? Sniffles?
Now your curious? An illusion ofcorse to The Hedge Kitty creature he called it, you should see the way the creature of omnipotence softens at its mention, even walked up to me, the lowly jester, one day holdin carefully in his grand claw his precious beast. However, his obsession didn't start or stop with allowing our court to see her, Vacant cave now, left with the hedge creature within, the cold ground bare where her patron's wings once folded. like papa swan that great dragon must be off forging some grand feast , that or trapped in hibernation Trapped indeed if that is the case, for the return-feast he alluded to truly be marvelous. but though the cave is frosting over a bit it still is warm from the winged, that and he left a shed layer of scales as a coat to keep the wooded creature carefully warm, even hired entertainment to amuse and make sure no predators harmed her in his absence. Evidently she is not taking to the surrogates well.... eh laughter can last us only so far, until we want return of flights and the tiny thing shall fly once more, is more than enough of a lure for return... Laughter is beautiful and something you learned again...Didn't think you could...
Alright I don't alter my tails much, seeing as us wolfs one get one small fluffy one, but I will this time, it may be a beautiful thing, heh made the grand beast smile once or twice too, but not the way his protected could, and not necessarily in jest, though he was the top of food chains and such, he'd alluded to her standing above, and when only the jester around would speak of how she would ride his head, stand in front with the beast backing her not the other way around. don't know why it took this length to remember that particular belch of fire from his scaliness Ah, yes,
"And of course, Hedge-kitty rides around in Moose's antlers. Hmm, love?"
wouldn't know, more often I stood beside the creature not in front of, ... ma'am its not to good idea to stair down a dragon, well ofcorse unless you've got special kitten powers, I do not Ill get toasted
Hm.
As far as my knowledge goes. He is a Moose. A Dragon only when those or one close to him is threatened. However, all this does not change the fact that he has yet to breathe some across three states to make for my warmer night.
Doesn't change your right, but we have learned much in attempting his revival 1 and most humorous, when lesser animals try to draw upon his attention though for a moment he'll be distracted they'll get toasted, 2 he'll need a better set of claws much like you when he gets back, 3 he still holds a stock pile of giggle ammo, 4 his wings are still only warm for certain kittens of the hedge variety, 5 though only slightly thus far, but that like young wolfs the distraction of long flights give back techno habits though that can be easily remedied, and ( much like calling a cat) lured over.
a little guy pops up and runs about the screen, in a slinky manor
" Feed Kapmfy An Apple!"
See, seeing as Kampfy aint no dragon the little tyke like to eat sticks, to fuel a flame and breath fire, but this causes splinters of the tung. so he walks the earth tung out and hand raised so the doc's will see he's in pain. add onto that the dragons precious creature has taken to akickin our merry splintered one so is fur is changing color a bit, almost; started wearing purple
heh, but thats so'k cause the Kampf's "like Im just that type WOlf Like I totally like to die my fur Purple and pinks and blue and stuff",
not being traversed in the mechanical arts and such.
Thus ends another fine story from out friendly neighborhood jester :}
"You leaving? You ain't."
weather perceived as a grand aspiration , ambition, or not he likes smiles and doesn't know how to hurt, though he has once or twice, nah aint leavin.

Seven thumbs to the stratosphere, Great Wolf.