Dragon Soup
Dragon Soup
“Gather round. It’s time for a quest,” said Arthur. “We’re going to make Dragon Soup!”
The knights cheered.
“Errr, are you sure this is a good idea?” asked Thomas.
The knights groaned.
“You’re always complaining,” said Arthur. “This will be easy-peasy.”
The knights set off at once to the land of dragons. Across lush fields, over raging rivers, around swamps and through forests until...
“How will we find a dragon here?” asked Thomas, looking across the barren land.
“Coooey! Over here!” came a loud voice.
“See, told you it would be easy,” said Arthur, pointing at the waving dragon. “Prepare for battle!”
Thomas gulped. “We’ll never defeat her. She’s enormous.”
Arthur rolled his eyes and drew his sword with a SWOOSH.
“My, that is a sharp looking sword. You’ve got me beat, fair and square,” said Dragon, holding up her hands.
“See? Easy-peasy,” said Arthur. “Tie her up.”
“Tie her up? We don’t have enough rope,” said Thomas.
“Might I suggest the forest vines? They’re just like ropes,” said Dragon.
“See. That’s the spirit,” said Arthur.
Soon the knights had wrapped vines around the dragon’s legs, arms and wings.
“Now we just need to get her back on the wagon.”
“The wagon? We’ll never pull a dragon on a wagon,” said Thomas.
“We’ll do it, we’re strong knights!” said Arthur, grabbing a rope.
“HEAVE!” Nothing moved.
“HEAVE! HEEEEEEAVE!” Still nothing.
“Perhaps I can help?” said Dragon. “I can easily pull you into your castle if you just untie my legs.”
Arthur gave a thumbs up as he gasped for breath.
The crowds in the castle cheered as Dragon pulled the cart in. All except Thomas.
“We don’t have a big enough pot,” he said.
“Make a pot,” said Dragon.
“There you go again, Thomas. Always problems, problems. Why can’t you be a bit more like Dragon here?”
“If you untie my arms, I could help,” said Dragon.
“See,” said Arthur, glaring at Thomas. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
After melting, pouring, crashing and bashing, a giant pot stood gleaming in the courtyard.
“It’s going to take ages to fill with water,” said Thomas, sloshing another bucket in.
“I could help?” said Dragon. “If you’ll just untie my wings, I could fill it up at the waterfall.”
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” said Thomas, as Dragon flew off with the pot.
“I know what I’m doing!” said Arthur as he stormed off.
“Right. Fetch salt and pepper,” said Arthur. “Anything else?”
“I like a touch of parsley with my dinner,” said Dragon.
“Yes! Parsley! Gather some parsley!”
“Thank you,” purred Dragon.
Thomas opened his mouth to speak, but Arthur glared at him.
“Okay, Who’s got the matches for the fire?” said Arthur, patting his armour.
“Perhaps I can help?” said Dragon. “After all, fire is what dragons are famous for.”
Thomas put his hand up, but Arthur turned his back.
“Why don’t you all sit in the pot? The water will keep you safe from my fiery breath,” said Dragon.
“She’s thought of everything,” said Arthur, as the knights climbed up.
“Mmmmm,” sighed Dragon. “Knight Soup.”