Zandy

dragon-cut-outOnce upon a time there lived a dragon named Zandy. Zandy was the oldest of ten dragons, and after his father was made into 432 pies and 234 pairs of riding boots by Sir McGregor, the local knight, Zandy’s mother found it hard to feed her hungry clan.

“I’m finding it hard to feed my hungry clan,” she said to her brood. “That’s you,” she explained in answer to their puzzled looks. “Some of you older ones are going to have to go earn your fortunes in the big outside world thing. You can’t live in my basement forever playing World of Weyrcraft, you know.”
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How to Trope Like J.R.R. Tolkien

One Ring PoemOn and on they went, doing what they were doing (or having done to them what they were having done to them). On and on, and on, until all memory of what life was like before they were doing what they were doing (or having done to them what they were having done to them) had faded, and all they could remember was doing what they were doing (or having done to them what they were having done to them). Doing, doing, doing (or having done, having done, having done), for how long? an hour? a day? a week? a fortnight? The person didn’t know. Only that they had been doing what they were doing (or having done to them what they were having done to them) for time out of mind. On and on it went, and on, until just when they thought they couldn’t bear doing what they were doing (or having done to them what they were having done to them) a minute longer, it came to an end.
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