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“Very good” the young boy said,
And walked up to the cave.
“I bet you cannot burn this.
No one is that brave.”

“Why not! The dragon roared,
And took another breath.
He exhaled the heated fires of Hell,
Making the cave wall as black as death

“Impressive.” The boy smiled.
But this last one may be a push.
This task is near impossible:
I want you to burn that dry bush.

The dragon let out a hearty laugh
And prepared for one last slaughter
But the boy ran over to the river
And filled his bucket with water.

The boy closed his eyes and concentrated
On never being afraid
“I’m okay; I can beat this monster.”
He gripped tighter to his blade.

The boy was small and very weak
And he wasn’t too quick with a blade,
But the boy was smart and much too clever
And he never acted afraid

So the dragon inhaled one last time
And heated up his throat
He closed his scaly eyes,
And prepared to give the bush a firey coat.

But the boy jumped in with his bucket
And doused the dragon’s mouth
Then he grabbed his flask and drank a potion
To make him unseen if things go south

The dragon looked about in confusion
For everything happened so fast
“Where did you go, you stupid boy?
And where is my fire?” he asked

“I am invisible!” the boy said with glee
It’s my dad’s secret potion.
And you’ve run out of fire because of this bucket
Which was filled up with water and set into motion

The scaly dragon hung his head
And sighed a smoky sigh.
“I’m just so glad that you helped me out
And now I must say goodbye.

“You see, I couldn’t stop my terror
For I am simply much too scary.
But now that you have stopped my fire,
I can laugh and be cheerful and merry!”

The boy smiled and watched the dragon 
as he flew off into the night.
The boy turned around and headed home,
Worn out from the fight.

But when the boy reached his home,
He was greeted with a cheer
There was shouting and laughing and singing and dancing
And quite a bit of beer

The king stood up to give a speech
And raised his bubbling cup
“To the boy!” he yelled and sat back down
As a chant began to rise up

“The boy is small and very weak
And he isn’t too quick with a blade,
But the boy is smart and much too clever
And he never acts afraid”
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