Flagan the Dragon Part2
The Tale of the Bumpalump
After the Knight had unraveled...Flagan decided to travel
and get away on a long holiday.
He thought it quite grand to visit a new land
and find a quiet Inn at which he could stay.
He packed a few bags...then filled out some tags
to prevent their loss or sale.
Then completed his chores and locked all the doors
and set out to walk on the trail.
Flagan traveled along while humming a song
surrounded by trees and a beautiful sky.
There were Birds and Toads and a few Tripolodes
and Skunks of monstrous size.
He was enjoying the walk when he found a nice spot
just right for a Dragon to lay.
When he saw a bridge... far beyond the ridge
that he could reach by the end of the day.
After cresting the ridge...Flagan had reached the bridge
and thought to rest on the other side.
As even a Dragon like Flagan...whose butt was a draggin.'
can get a little sleepy eyed.
But he quickly turned about...when there rose a loud shout
that caused his heart to jump.
And who should he see?...From a hole in a tree
emerged a real life Bumpalump.
The Creature seemed typical for being thought mythical
so this was quite a surprise.
But to see one so fine and be the first of his line
Flagan could hardly believe his eyes.
Now the Bumpalump was small and not very tall
and looked prone to an unruly mood.
So Flagan thought to take care... and be well aware
the Creature may be deceptive and shrewd.
'No one may pass beyond yonder grass,'
the Bumpalump said with a boast.
'And a toll you must pay and believe what I say
or I will boil your rump for a roast.'
Flagan was mildly amused and slightly confused
on how he could make such a threat.
With a body so small...he was no threat at all
to a Dragon the Bumpalump had just met.
The Bumpalump said. 'You must pay for my bread
and all the ale my person can drink.
And you will surely cower... as my boundless powers
may be unleashed with but a nod and a wink.
I am not prone to bragging... but have eaten many a dragon
who refused to give up the toll.
So your Clan will be mourning... if you ignore my last warning
and Helheim will not give up your soul.'
'I have to take you to task...so I really must ask,'
said Flagan to question his host.
'But I have to say...does anyone pay...a Bumpalump
who is smaller than most?'
The Bumpalump lowered his head as he was filling with dread
and let out a mournful cry.
'If a sad truth be told... I am not very bold
and most Creatures just brush me aside.'
The Bumpalump though frail...continued his tale
of a feeling of woe and despair.
How he is so badly treated and most often cheated
by many who no longer care.
Now the Dragon felt sorry... for the Bumpalump's story
so he gladly paid him the toll.
And to that end...they both parted as friends
and the Bumpalump returned to his hole.
The Tale of the Chipmunk
Now back on the trail to continue our tale
Flagan had walked quite a sum.
When sobbing was heard from a Chipmunk perturbed
who was pacing and holding his bum.
'What is the issue?' While giving a tissue
so the chipmunk could wipe off his nose.
'I would be happy to learn about your concern,'
while Flagan wiped snot from his clothes.
'My Brothers are mean and go to extremes
to make fun of the way that I walk.
I threw out my back when I fell in a crack
and since then they relentlessly mock.'
Flagan was hopeful and a little bit boastful
and told the lad to put away strife.
As Brothers will tease and do what they please
but will love you for all of your life.
'I see what you are saying,' the Chipmunk did ponder.
'And I hope you will have no objection.
To talk to my Brothers and maybe some others
about all this family rejection.'
'I would be happy to help,' the Dragon replied.
'Just take me to where they are found.'
'And during this season...I will give them a reason
to be glad when I am no longer around.'
Off to the meadow to meet with the Brothers
and to keep the Chipmunk from harm.
The walk would take quite a while...being over two miles
so the Chipmunk rode on his arm.
The Brothers were playing in clover...Flagan called them on over
to explain their Brothers distress.
And made it quite plain...he would come back again
if the issue is not put to rest.
Now when faced by a Dragon... their tongues started waggin'
and they all promised to follow direction.
Their Brother could expect...to get some respect
and in this there would be no exception.
The Brothers all scurried away to continue their play
while Flagan watched from a far.
But here the Dragon would rest ...before heading due west
and sleep another night under the stars.
Part 3 The Tales of the Duck and the Talkalot.
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