The red dragon had heard the rumors. Lazy, they said. Too content to scorch villages or maul livestock. In fact, he never bothered the villagers at all. Instead, he spent most of his days lounging in the warm sun alongside a freshwater spring.
It was an idyllic way of life.
Except for that annoying local girl. She’d show up every morning with her irritating blonde pigtails and incessant humming and fill her wooden bucket right under his nose. Then she’d skip off into the countryside without even a thank you.
One of these mornings, he might do something about that…
The Weekday One Hundred 