Dragons Banana Bread

Banana Bread Yum! Spring was in the air sooo thick that you could cut it with a knife! As to the Laundromat I went with Dragon at my always, dutiful side. The sun was shining with all its love, as the birdies sang their songs. I couldn’t help, but take the machines, at those windows, a mile long! Yep, we watched the washers wash, and the driers doing their thing away. By the way, why are they always so hypnotic? Never mind! Any way… I’ll solve that later, for now; we could smell baking REALLY GREAT! Next-door a Bakery, was wafting smells, of fresh Banana Bread, to partake. Still cooking in the oven, Fresh, Warm, and Enticing, before us, it did call! A HEAVENLY smell compelled us, pulling relentlessly until, we took the fall. NO WAY, were we going, to be kept… from running thru, that heavenly door! Dragon neigh on killed me, as he shoved me out of his way, and onto the floor! But that can be forgiven. HE IS DRAGON, after all! So I called home, the tip. Leaving Grandpa Troll, and every citizen of our town, lined up lickety split! That wilily, bakery man knows us well, by now. Don’t you think, any way? He had baked enough to float the titanic, for this our weekly, laundry Day… As Yum, Yum, here we come, each and every weekly, Blessed laundry day. Dragon got the first loaf, just to get him out of the way, as Grandpa Troll… Yep, he kept the peace until finally, everyone was entirely served, all around! Unfortunately, I laid my loaf aside, cause I had to move, the clothes next door. Yep! You got it! Dragon swooped and grabbed my loaf! Darn his ornery hide. He’d done it again! But I’m clever and had a loaf delivered to my home, laid aside. And ‘Thank You’, Grandpa Troll, a gentleman as usual, for he had saved me some. When all was done, and when I got home, my mouth was watering true! YUM! But when I opened up the door… I found Dragon had beaten me here, too! For there he sat, downing my loaf… But he HAD saved me a small piece, true. Thank God! Or I would have kicked his, ‘You Know What’, clear across the floor! Tho, if I had been one more moment later… there would have been no more! Grandpa Troll roared with laughter, for we know… Dragons are crafty! For Sure! But, if you can’t beat em, Join em! Besides, I’d ordered still another spare loaf, de jure. This one had been for Dragon to find, so he wouldn’t look for the one hidden, for me. You see, I’m crafty, too! And I know, a BIG Dragon needs, a loaf or two or three.