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”I’ll just get to the point; the dragon that terrorizes our farms isn’t evil, she’s lonely. Solve that and I’ll give you whatever you want within reason. Please.”
The knight paused in thought. “Alright, it's a tall order, but I don't mind a challenge.” He snapped his fingers. “Bring me a fireproof suit, all the olive oil you can find and five— no, make it six— bottles of whisky. Tomorrow I ride out to the dragon's lair alone, and NOBODY is to follow me.”
A few hours later, the villagers watched him riding off in his fireproof suit, his oil and whisky in a cart behind him.
“Do you think he's really going to…”
“Surely not.”
“I mean the oil…”
“At least he's considerate.”
“At least he needs whisky.”
For the rest of the day, the villagers went about their chores in the shadow of the mountain where the dragon made her lair, trying not to think about what might be happening up there. At one point there was a sudden rise of smoke, as if a great fire had been lit. Followed by a draconic roar.
At the end of the day, the knight rode down again. The cart was empty. His suit was blackened. He looked exhausted, and was sheened with sweat.
“Job done,” he said as he got down from his horse.
The villagers stared.
“Poor girl is barely out of her first shed. Poor thing. Never been in heat before, didn't know what to do.”
The villagers kept staring.
“Should be alright now.”
The head man of the village felt like he should probably say something. “Are you… are you alright?”
The knight looked down at his suit. “This? Oh yeah, she sent out a few warning shots. Didn't like me getting too close to her lair.”
“So you…” the head man's sentence was cut off by another roar, and the sound of wings flapping overhead. The villagers ducked as one, the knight simply looked up, grinning.
“Olive oil and whisky, never fails.” He looked around at their confused faces. “See, normally the female is meant to build a fire herself to draw the males to her. She produces an oil from her cheek glands that lets them know she's in heat. Burning olive oil and whisky mixed smells the same— at least to a dragon— so you can use it in a pinch.” He pointed upwards. “That'll be the male.”
The villagers were silent. The knight began to feel rather unnerved. “Hey, why are you all looking at me like that?”
OMG THIS POST!!! I was trying to find it while trying to track down the manufacturer! (I own one named Mercutio, Cusho for short.) As a helpful Redditor told me, it turns out they’re made by Kuddle Me Toys:
Evidently they made a lot of variants! I wonder if anyone will find more haha
With severance season 2 around the corner it’s time for me to share the time I accidentally watched 4 minutes of an episode on mute and thought it was a brilliant way to show the sensory deprivation experienced by the innies
severance is like [45-50 minutes of life-altering television that leave you wanting to walk into the ocean or perhaps perform a self-immolaiton]
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Peäčköiliipoi, peäčköinhändä - common yellow swallowtail (Papilio machaon)
Pohjanakka, pohjaisliipoi - red admiral (Vanessa atalanta)
Pruunisilmä - large wall brown (Pararge maera)
Ruskieliipoi - small tortoiseshell (Aglais urticae)
Siniliipoi - Lycaenidae, especially silver-studded blue (Plebeius argus) or northern blue (P. idas)
Sirenihaukka - privet hawk moth (Sphinx ligustri)
Valgieliipoi - large white (Pieris brassicae)
Voiliipoi - common brimstone (Gonepteryx rhamni)
In karelian culture, butterflies are strongly associated with the dearly departed. When butterfly comes inside a house people often say; "Liipokkaine tuli pert̀ih, ga liennougo muamo vai tuatto tulluh minuo t́ijjustamah" - "butterfly came inside, wonder if (passed away) mother or father came to see how I am doing.".
"Liipoihuizie ei pie tappoa pertis, pokoiniekkaizet ollah: d́ied́o da boabo kudai on suuri liipoi, a pienet ko on, sanommo: bladenčaizet tuldih, lapsuod." - "Butterflies must not be killed inside, they are the dearly departed: grandpa and grandma when it is big butterfly, but if it is small one we say: little ones came, children."
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