Friday funnies dragons

"I'm hungry," Auktu sighed as he closed his eyes and rested his chin on a large rock close to Kai.

Kai adjusted the rabbit that was cooking on the spit and looked over at the large dragon. "So? Go hunt," he replied as he poked at the rabbit's flank with a fork. "I don't think my meager meal will do you any good."

Auktu opened one eye and regarded his human companion for a moment. Strange custom these humans have of burning their meat before they feed. It stinks, he thought to himself, wrinkling his nose. Then to Kai, "Can I have cow?"

Kai put the fork down before getting up and walking over to stand in front of the large dragon. Auktu's rainbow-colored scales glistened with a thousand colors in the late afternoon sunlight. "No. You cannot have cow! You know the rules!" He took a step closer and crossed his arms. If Auktu had the desire, he could instantly roast Kai to a pile of ashes, yet Kai did not fear him. "What are the rules, Auktu," Kai asked. This had become a daily game for the two of them. Sometimes Auktu acted more like a three-year-old than his true age of one hundred (still quite young for a dragon).

Auktu hesitated, flicked his tongue out toward Kai and took a deep breath. "Stay away from the other humans and their dwellings," he recited.

"And their livestock." Auktu responded, rolling his eyes again. "But I'm soooo hungry! Cow is easier to catch than deer!"

"Yes, but where's the challenge in hitting a target that doesn't move? Go. Find yourself a deer for your dinner. The thrill of the hunt will make your meal taste all the better."

"Humph," Auktu grunted as he rose his full height to tower over Kai. Being careful not to drag his tail through Kai's campfire, he lumbered several yards away from the campsite before spreading his massive wings. "Be careful, human," Auktu teased dryly as he gracefully took to the sky. "Someday I just might conveniently forget to come back for you."

The magic no longer exists because we have ceased to believe. If you believe in your heart that it can be so, it will be so. But--be careful what you create. For once a thing is made, it cannot be un made....

Wizards and dragons. I was first introduced to Merlin around the age of three. Having a rather strange childhood, when my mother would read to me, she would choose books about King Arthur, Guinevere, Merlin or any of the few "Knights and Dragons" stories that were available in the early...ah, in my earlier days. Some she even made up. In fact, years later when I read "Le Mort D'Arthur" by Sir Thomas Malory, I couldn't help but think that it all seemed familiar. My mother was still alive at the time and when I mentioned it to her, her offhanded reply was, "Well of course! It was one of the first books I read to you!"

...Don't most people start off with "The Cat In The Hat"...?

"Allow me to cheerfully take you to more Dragon stuff...."