Tippity witchity.

Tippity witchity.

with those needles in your hands," One of the sisters tossed a package at the witch. "See if you can knit something to get you out." The sisters cackled as they flew away. The witc

h looked at the package that lay infront of her. Inside was a long reel of white yarn. She looked up at the gaping cavern above her. "I can't possibly use this as a rope" she thoug

ht, tossing the easily rope-ified material aside and resolving to use her own hair instead. "I'll get out of this cave one way or another!" She shouted up at the entrance, scaring

the dragon sleeping inside. He breathed a powerful flame that filled all the tunnels, burning her hair to just a dried up stump. Now she could only delve in deeper and decided

and then the dragon ate her.

The knight stood back aghast. The dragon, picking gossamer pink taffeta from his teeth, looked down. "What now, big guy?"

"Did you just do that?" the knight sputtered. "DID YOU JUST EAT HER?!" The Dragon looked confused. "But I thought..." "COUGH HER UP!!! NOW!" The knight demanded, panicked.

He coughed her up only little worse for wear & even stood in to hear their marriage vows, but when it was all settled he burped & flamed the wedding couple. Dragonbreath is killer.