Imagining Dragons

For fun we played a mind-game, deciding to imagine a perfect dragon. She put together a plump pink dragon that blew rainbow bubbles and smelled of minty chewing gum. Mine was an iridescent cockatrice, a spiny feathered serpent that vomited hydrogen Sulfide coating all with the stench of rotting eggs. “Ugh!” She cried! Then I added that already her dragon had been eaten by killer fairies. “Pig, you crapped on my cute dragon!” I may be sleeping on the couch tonight.