Of Dragons and Cockatrices

Okay, ready for the third installment of Ben’s adventures?  Quick recap, Ben’s mother flipped when she saw the yolkless eggs and forced him to throw them over the house.  He also discovered the legend of a cockatrice.  And, in the comment section, we got excited for dragons…So, let’s dive right in:

Ben peaked into Nate’s room.  No one home.  He tiptoed inside, careful to avoid the pile of clothes strew across the floor and the old plates.  “I hope he gets ants.”

Ben lifted the lid off the toad aquarium and placed the small wind egg inside.  He smirked and sat the toad on top of the egg.  He replaced the lid and waited.

He checked his watch.  The seconds ticked by.  How long will this take? Ben wondered.

A distant roar shook the house.  A deep bellow followed by a belch.

Ben groaned.  He rushed out of his brother’s room and ran to the front door.  Outside, a dark shadow chased the clouds.

“Dragon!”  His mother tripped in her haste to flee the flying creature.

Ben hurried to her side and helped her stand.  “Where’s Nate?”

“With your father, at the market.”

Ben ushered his mother inside.

The dragon tilted in the air.  It wobbled.  Great wings spread wide to catch the wind.  The creature’s front legs scraped the roof of the house.  The dragon tumbled and lurched.  It dropped from the air and crashed into the ground.  It slid along the earth, carving a deep furrow.

Ben chased the dragon.

The creature roared.  It burped.  Flames erupted from its mouth.  It lifted its head and hiccuped.

“Damn.”  Ben grabbed a shotgun that leaned against the back porch.  He crept toward the large, reptilian creature.

The dragon’s green scales glimmered in the afternoon sunlight.  Its eyes dim and blurry.  The dragon righted itself and stretched.  It grumbled and groaned.

With shaky arms, Ben trained the shotgun on the dragon.  “Leave!  Go!”  He shook his fist at the creature.  “Drunken idiot,” he muttered.  Ben kicked dirt toward the dragon’s snout.

The dragon roared.  It raised its head and twisted its sinewy neck left and right.

Ben forgot his fear and stood his ground.

The dragon’s head drooped.  The legs buckled.  It collapsed into the furrow.  Snores rumbled the loose earth at Ben’s feet.

Ben sank to the ground, cradled the shotgun, and sighed.

So, what do you think will happen?  What do you want to happen?  Was it too short?  Too long?  Too unfunny?

Yep, that’s right.  I’m soliciting comments and suggestions.  I may even use them.  No matter how wacky, zany, nerdy, or weird.

About bkreuch

I like to read, I like to write, and I like to make people laugh.
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