Mine Father's Stories

[Korunga Ed]

'Ere I's will be tryin' tah recount mine father's stories tha' 'e told mine person when I's was jus' ah wee lad 'an such.

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Once there was a dragon flying high
Lazy and languidly floating through the sky.
He looked down below him, opening one golden eye
and saw, quite clearly, a little butterfly.

"Leetle Bawtferly!" he rumbled from deep in his chest.
"Surely yous must be afraid for tha sky es ah dragon's true nest!"
Unaware or unafraid, it is rather hard to say;
the butterfly kept on flitting and flapping like it did every day.

Now the dragon was befuddled, puzzled and bemused...
A butterfly, right before him, acting as though it had nothing to lose.

With a growl and a glare, his temper began to flare.
A jet of brilliant blue cut through the air!
And the butterfly kept on flitting and flapping; not even the least bit scared.

For marcs and marcs this went on; the dragonfire bright and hot.
Nonchalantly the butterfly flew, for a coward she was not.
And slowly, oh so slowly, the inferno diminshed and, eventually, came to a stop.
And this, this is how a butterfly stole a dragon's fire. This is how she did what others could not.

[Olivia Pratt]

Ooo I like that story! *smiles* That was a clever butterfly.