At first I thought it was a dog—a Pug, maybe—but now I’m pretty sure it’s a dragon.
I tried asking when it first appeared by the gate but it doesn’t talk, it only growls and coughs.
Every third cough or so results in a puff of dark smoke and once in a while the smoke is accompanied by actual flame, so it’s probably a dragon.
A very small dragon.
I invited it inside but it prefers to stay by the gate. I tried giving it water but it wouldn’t drink it, after a great deal of trial and error I discovered it will only drink dark roast coffee spiked with whiskey. I bring it a bowl full every morning, but I haven’t found anything it will eat yet.
I don’t think it sleeps. It paces all night.
Like it’s waiting for something.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
Shannon · October 5, 2012 at 3:22 pm
Drink of champions 🙂
dominique · October 6, 2012 at 3:53 pm
I love this – thank you.
brianne · October 13, 2012 at 11:13 am
Is it wrong to think that teeny tiny dragon is cute?
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