Dear Journal,
I met the dragon. I also might have ended up fighting the dragon. Good thing I had that training! My animal buddies were helpfully able to tell me where the dragon lived so I went to visit him (I thought to bring him a casserole, but what kind of casserole does a dragon like?). His name is “Jeffery Bezsos, the Doom of Society”. Also, wasn’t quite as big as I thought he’d be. Runt of his litter, he told the Surefoots - those deceitful, horrible, rude, dunderheads! – that if they helped him find food and get bigger, he’d make sure they became very wealthy and powerful while only taking a small percentage of their profit. Well, I was understandably appalled at the lack of honor my fellows gnomes-men have – and I will be having stern words with them later – but all the same managed to politely ask the dragon to find elsewhere to live and stop eating livestock and travelers. He said no, there was a lot of dodging flames and claws, and firing of arrows, and then I got a lucky shot to his eye. Now I’ve got a great big eyeball speared on the end of my arrow as proof when I confront those good-for-nothing Surefoots!
