Garlicbread

A sunny beautiful day in the Quickapablo hills. G.B. walks through the wooded trails on her quotidian path (fully well knowing that this is one of the most highly traveled path ways through these hills.) G.B. comes this way searching for the beautiful princes and princess of the lands, damsels in distress, travelling dragons, and also the occasional friend or long lost aunt. Some may call her lonely or a heckler, but yet, she is just a dragon looking for a helluva a good time.

Dragons are coming her way, she can hear voices getting louder and the crunch of the leaves on the leafy floor. She rushes to grab and open up her trusty Book of Bagleboots to find her best kerfufflé before they stumble onto her. She prepares her jokes and lines.

Ready to fire.

She stuffs the book back into its holder. She sees them. Analyzing their appearances and situation she ascertains whether these are potential victims for her plan. One beautiful and intimidating sparkling blue female guardian is having a seemingly friendly conversation with a smaller dull red male guardian. Perfect.


Walking in a perfectly completely and totally normal way, she 'almost passes' the two dragons. Then she turns back, tapping the red dragon's shoulder,






The dragon stopped his conversation with the blue dragon to look back at the source of the voice, interested in what he could've possibly dropped and looked directly at the infamous claw-circle. The blue dragon snorted and looked on at the interesting yet unexpected situation unfolding. G.B. had a sparkle in her eye and a grin on her face that came off as slightly devil-ish to the poor, poor red dragon.



She said with disdain to the small dragon who now wore a timid yet slight amused look. Trying to discern whether the yellow dragon actually expected him to truly neck himself, he hesitated for a few moments looking at G.B.'s mischievous face, waiting for a sign or excuse to chuckle and go on with his business.

The tall blue dragon saw her friend's hesitation, and knew he wouldn't follow through with this momentous burden now placed upon him. She decided it must be done.

For a dragon's honor.



The smack hit his neck like a fully wound cast iron fly swatter unleashing its mighty force upon a slab of raw meat.

The sound reverberated through the woods like the shock wave of a bomb. You could swear some of the leaves around the dragon flew back from the sheer force of the blow. The blue dragon, sufficiently proud of her strength yet also surprised at it, checked to see if her friend was okay. The red dragon wore a red claw print on his neck now as he turned back to look at his friend, groaning and exclaiming,


All the blue dragon did was smile, chuckle and look a little apologetic, also giving a toothy grin to G.B. who had the same slightly apologetic yet amused grin on her face. He rubbed his neck and looked back at G.B.,


he said in a sarcastic and half-annoyed tone. G.B. responded by tipping her hat saying,


The red dragon was pretty confused by this name calling, bizarre, necking stranger and sported a perplexed look but was too preoccupied by his throbbing neck, annoyance with G.B., and this new odd encounter to speak about that he turned back to his friend to walk away without another word. The two dragons laughed as they went off in their earlier direction, looking back at G.B. a couple times to take their last glance at the peculiar stranger and talk quietly about what they just experienced.


G.B. proudly walked away, lost in her own thoughts about the experience.