Once upon a time there was a dragon who lived

Once upon a time there was a dragon who lived in a cave. Every so often Sally, who lived up the road, would visit the dragon, telling it all of her secrets. But one day the dragon

wasn't in his cave. All Sally could find were the remnants of a fire and a large bowl half-empty containing remnants of porridge. She noticed that the dragon's shoes and umbrella

were still there, so maybe the creature was around, too. So, suddenly, she started to pay more attention to her every move - trying to keep the noise level as low as possible.

But the ground was sheathed by layers of ice that crackled beneath her feet as she attempted to cross the clearing to reach the house on the other side. As she hesitantly turned he

but herself did not like that, no Siree Bob, didn't like that one bit. So herself smacked she right in their own mouth and knocked out a couple of teeth too. She had not expected

Herself to be so strong. It must have been Viking bloodlines that produced generations of warriors when the empire was collapsing. Then she read about the hunger games and thought,

"Like, wow. Those were the days." But these days being a Viking just meant wearing a hat with horns and drinking grog from an unwashed goblet. And sewing. Lots of sewing. She knew

how to knot better than the guys, and how to knot them up with words. She knew how to kill and had plenty of wergeld in reserve. But to give someone the axe these days meant

something completely different. Unfortunately, this argument did not fare well in court and she soon found herself convicted of murder and slapped in shackles.