Sunday Morning

I knew it was gonna be a long day when I opened the door to find that dragon on my doorstep. "Hey, man, I just wanna go down to the store and pick up a loaf of bread," I told him. "All well and good," he replied, "but you know what you have to do first." "Aw, -man-," I sighed, but I knew he wouldn't let me leave until I'd paid up. My feet dragging, I went back inside, opened the cabinet beside the stove, and pulled out the box containing my rapidly dwindling supply of cheeze. Coming back outside and thrusting a piece into the dragon's claws, I yelled, "Will you let me go to the dang store now?!" "Sure," he said, and flew off back to wherever it is that he comes from. Then the world blew up, but that's another story.

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