Plentitude of Pies

I stepped into a cow pie, back a year or so ago, and I did fuss and cry! Or so I am told… Then I found a Dragon egg, and as you will surmise… The plentitude and size of those pies, unfolded before my poor, sad eyes. I pooper scooped alone, as they all ran from me and it, no matter what I tried. There wasn’t enough fussing or money, that could bring them, into my crew. It took a great big honking cart, behind a tractor to work the deed, it’s true Dragon wouldn’t cooperate, to even remotely, pile it wherever I did need. In fact, he buried my rose bed: as he covered it deep, in protest, at full speed. I thought my teenagers had capped that rebel and protest thing, to an extreme. OH, BOY! Have I become enlightened, to what a true protest can really mean! Yep! And then he taught the neighbors Dogasaurus, to cover my dear, old Car! Pitchfork handy, I chased them, as an incentive to unload in another place, so far! That was inspired, I had gamely thought, until they dumped upon, poor little me. I became known as the Dragon pie lady, and that was not a treat, I guarantee! And yes, the paparazzi, put it on the front page as I got my 15 minutes of fame. At this, Grandpa Troll came, to my much-needed aid, to help me stop this game. He put us across the lake, from each other, in time out, until a deal was struck. When Dragon’s fire finally gave out, he finally agreed to help clean up his muck. Dragon agreed to ash all deeds, if I’d sell it as fertilizer to buy him more ice cream. A bargain struck, peace reigned, and a fun incentive brought about our dreams. The moral to my story is: Anyone can start a fight… But a fun incentive can be Golden and bring the end to any plight.