Flagan the Dragon Part1

Before you commit...I have to admit that I consider you all to be friends. So feel free to sit back...and try to relax And I hope you make it right through to the end. The Beginning A long time ago...a Dragon named Flagan lived in a land of Creatures and Kings. And try as he might...for a more peaceful life he found happiness a difficult thing. Where other Dragons... had hitched their wagons to a fight and a lust for gold. It was heard to say... Flagan spent most of his days reading books that others had sold. Now Flagan had wings and many more things and could belch fire in a single exhale. But his arms were quite short and I have to report this poem is as long as his tail. His scales were green and his face remarkably clean with claws as sharp as a Poppydung's tears. With a neck as long as a Frumpaling's song who is a Creature that can live many years. When time would allot he had picked a fine spot which was near a babbling brook. Where on summer days... the Dragon would lay with his nose stuck in a good book. He loved stories which told...of deeds that unfold in times of much fear and distress. As he would often relax...and stretch out his back and dispose of all of his stress. Flagan kept to himself reading books from his shelf hoping trouble would leave him alone. More often than naught, he was most often caught in the mischief that others had sown. It caused him great labor to be a good neighbor and would offer little in the way of resistance. So he did what he could to be useful and good and help others when in need of assistance. The Tale of Sir Gigglealot Flagan had started a snack when soon from the back, there came a loud knock on his door. Such a curious sight... it was a very mad Knight with the name of Sir Gigglealot Moore. His left nostril flared while he proudly declared to Flagan in a boisterous voice. "I am ready to fight and do what is right and I leave you with little or no choice." Flagan was slightly confused on being accused as he was rubbing his sizable chin. And asked the mad Knight why he wanted to fight, "I'm really not sure where to begin." Sir Gigglealot relayed, "I will broke no further delay. Release the Princess or taste the end of my spear." Flagan replied..."You are mistaken to think I have taken any Princess you think might be here." Flagan wanted to please and put the mad Knight at ease, so invited him in for a rest. They both sat at the table where Flagan was able to calm the poor Knight of his stress. 'When you are a little more steady and feel you are ready you may search any room in my cave. But I give you my word and whatever you've heard, there is simply no Princess to save.' Sir Gigglealot displayed, he was highly dismayed as the Dragon had made him depressed. He grudgingly agreed there was no princessian deed for a brave Knight to be put to the test. Flagan said he was sorry...for robbing the glory the Knight had hoped to attain. But since he had given up strife...to start a new life, he no longer pursued plunder or gain. Sir Gigglealot claimed, "I will lose my good name with no hardships for me to endure. But to return completely unladen while carrying no maiden, I will lose my Knighthood for sure." Flagan was feeling the knight's pain at the loss of his fame but the night was beginning to fall. And said, "If ever such a girl...should enter my world, You will be the first one I think of to call." Sir Giggalot had taken it hard...but still left his card. and rode away feeling dour and shook. While Flagan went back to finish his snack and sit down and read a good book. Part 2 The Tales of the Bumpalump and the Chipmunk. *For those who are interested. I will be posting my cartoon 'Bob's Your Uncle' on my homepage. A new one will appear every second day.