|Coming Soon: Martin the Snow Dragon (c)2011 wlk photography|
Mother Nature's wildlife, wherever it may be in the world, can be incredibly huge and magnificent. Some animals are imaginary, the inspiration of legend and lore.
I write fiction, but today--I also yield to the lure of high adventure.Why? Dragons.
From what I understand of dragons, they are diverse, amazing, and fierce. They have big teeth. Storytellers admire them, big and small, flying or not, and they are usually hungry. The question arises, how does one avoid becoming part of the dragon food chain? With much research, we found out!
It turns out that Glory Lennon yes, that Glory, our dedicated gardener, she of maple tree fame, also loves critters of all kinds. While on vacation in the Everglades in Florida, she took some beautiful pictures of turtles, cranes, and even a picture of a --well...for now, we'll call it a dragon.
A real 'we-wanna-gobble - Sir Tommy & Princess Glory-if-we-get-a-chance Dragon. A big one. A legend in the making.....
Once upon a Time, as the ultimate legend reveals, it seems that lucky Sir Tommy-the Dragon-killer was traveling down a dangerous, enchanted path to Everglade Castle in the warm noonday sun. As misfortune would have it, a gigantic dragon blocked the way as it had for centuries, eating small animals and threatening knights, weary travelers, fair maidens and little children alike that wished to travel the enchanted path.
"Foresoothe, be aware of the great dragon!" the wise villagers along the flowered path warned.
As good fortune would also have it, the sun shines equally upon the handsome, the wise and the brave.
Sir Tommy, never one to be dismayed or discouraged by warnings of wise villagers or dragon breath, --and highly experienced in such erstwhile adventures, -- cleverly avoided being eaten by cleverly promising the Dragon a much better snack followed close behind him.
"Foresoothe!" Prince Tommy sayeth to the dragon, " Thou wouldst spoil thy afternoon repast by partaking of a mere Prince? Princes are tough as monkey-muscles and wear shining armour of the toughest steel! Wouldst thou wish such indigestion upon thy greenish belly whilst a much safer, tastier snack followeth close behind, oh feared and noble Dragon"?
The Dragon roared at Sir Tommy, shaking the very earth.
"Attemptest thou to fool me, the keeper of this enchanted path, with that old rag of a tale of mortals and those simple-minded Trolls lurking under bridges ?" he demanded.
He roared again. When the echos from the distant mountains ceased, Sir Tommy spoke.
"Not I, Fearless Dragon" Sir Tommy offered boldly. "Avert thy squinty reptilian eye to that tasty high-noon repast fast approaching!"
The dragon squinted down the enchanted roadway with one jaded reptilian eye.
Spying a fair Princess in the distance, the Dragon was persuaded to agree wholeheartedly.
"'Tis not indigestion I would have willingly this day, --- so pass then safely, knave, for yon I spy a far better lunch than thy gristled bones this noon!" the great beast roared.
"Oh help, me, oh help me kind Sir! O' do tell, a dragon, foresoothe, a veritable dragon! Help!"
That opportune and frantic commotion was heard in the distance along the enchanted path, and the fairest of maidens was easily observed, waving her delicate silk handkerchief in the warm summer breeze.
"'Tis nought but lunch!" sayeth the dragon, smiling and showing many huge, sharp teeth.
Prince Tommy laughed boldly and quickly stepped past the great beast guarding the narrow roadway, for the Dragon was enchanted completely into distraction, as he admired the approaching maiden.
"Beware, Dragon, yon Princess is tougher than thou mayest guess!"
"Come closer, fair maiden, that I may dine today on the fine repast offered by yon worthy knight!" the dragon said to the Princess, drooling mightily.
"Feared Dragon, 'tis I, Princess Glory Zeitgeist of Gardens that shall pass hither this day in spite of yon pool of drool!" the Princess boldly stated, drawing her jeweled sword of the purest silver.
The fairest of maidens, yes, none other than our gardening Princess Glory herself, (whilst dreading the possibility of becoming part of a main course or midday snack for such a villainous beast), bravely strode onward to challenge the great dragon.
"Fear not, but step wisely, Fair Princess!" the Prince shouted bravely from the other side, " tarry not long this day, for thy flameless, woeful dragon can run seven furlongs in the wink of a newt's eye!"
The reader at Incoming Bytes can only imagine the glint in the great Dragon's eye and the drool pouring from the slavering jaw. The tiny, hapless maiden approached the point of no return on the enchanted path to doom, her sword of purest silver drawn at the ready.
With willful pause, we must wonder, for how shall our fair maiden flee, on such tender, fleeting feet past a dreaded 20- foot-long dragon -- on a mere 15 foot wide enchanted pathway? --Fair reader, understandest thou the gravity of such challenge?
Now, being wise in the ways of fairy tales, one might be persuaded to allow the reader to suffer no trepidation for Princess Glory's life, for the optimistic inner mind has already undoubtedly predetermined that her very own " Sir Thomas the Dragon-Killer " should be standing guard, ready to rescue her with his gallant steed and jeweled sword of razor-sharp surgical stainless steel.
Foresoothe! It seems not. Instead he calleth out to yon dragon "Smile!" distracting the great beast seven times, coming to the rescue of the fair maiden with nought but camera and zoom lens, and happily recording seven pictures of " Princess Glory and the Dragon !" for posterity.
Clearly, our fair maiden had little other choice than to tap the very nose of the great Dragon seven times with her sword of purest silver, putting him into the deepest slumber for seven years.
It seems if legends of life are to continue to contain drama and promote independence of Princesses collectively, Princess Glory was indeed rescued from that very big dragon by her own bold demeanor and magic. Prince Tommy and Princess Glory lived happily ever after, soon returning to cold, snowy, but much safer Poconos Castle.
By the way, it wasn't a fierce hedgehog that had the big, big teeth. You can see a picture of a real dragon wanna-be alligator right here on Glory's post --and as you know, pictures don't lie. It seems that even today, legends and lore may be generated as the product of arcane poetic license.
So you see, our Glory is far more than just your ordinary garden Princess. She knows how to tame fierce beasts, is equally handy with jeweled swords of the purest silver or garden loppers--and she can run fast too.
What a brave girl! No wonder she likes gardening and maple trees, rooting p.c.c. (Poconos Castle Coleus), --and.... even snow--better.
We have to wonder if our Princess has spotted Martin the Snow Dragon yet....
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.