“I have an idea” said Lola, “Let's all retire to that restaurant across the road and discuss this problem of how to get our friend Dragon into the warehouse sale, being the sensible adults that we are, we should be able to come up with some sort of a solution.”……( The little mouse had a quick snigger when Lola said the word sensible )
“The best idea yet” agreed Bob, as he pushed open the restaurant door causing all the other diners to leave in a hurry when they saw the rather odd looking party enter complete with Dragon and mouse.
Taking their seats the party began to look at the menu.
“The biggest steak in the house for me” requested Bob, to a very nervous waiter who was trying to keep one eye on the little Dragon and steady his shaking hands at the same time.
After looking at the menu for a long time the Dragon gave a sigh of pleasure, wiping his tail across his mouth, he looked at the waiter. “Mussels in cream and garlic sauce with extra garlic, it helps the fire you know,” he added……The poor waiter looked a sickly shade of grey.
“Now down to business” exclaimed Bob “How are we going to get the Dragon into this sale?”
For a while they all just sat and looked at one another, nobody seemed to have an answer.
The Dragon smacked his lips together as he mopped up the last of his garlic sauce with a piece of bread……a secret smile apeared on his face……. <img src='style_emoticons//smile.gif’ border=’0′ style=’vertical-align:middle’ alt=’smile.gif’ />
“You are all forgetting one thing” he reminded them……. “My official title is THE MAGIC DRAGON, I can turn into anything you want or I can even be a solid again, now does that solve your problem?”
“By jingo!” shouted Bob, if we wanted we could make him a small solid again and I could pop him into my top pocket and no one would ever see him……what do you think of that, everyone?”
Not a lot, the little mouse thought…… the gas was bad enough but to have to share his pocket with a garlic eating Dragon was going a bit to far.