Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn From: Ari.Huttunen@hut.fi (Ari Juhani Huttunen) Subject: Re: enter the dragon..... Message-ID: References: <1992May11.170316.22276@ccd.harris.com> Date: Mon, 11 May 1992 23:47:48 GMT In article <1992May11.170316.22276@ccd.harris.com> mba@controls.ccd.harris.com (Belinda Asbell) writes: ! The doors swing open, and in walks a tall flamehaired maid. Her ! intent, grey eyes scan the room, settling on a pair of gentlemen at ! a corner table. She strides purposefully toward them, her long black cloak ! billowing behind her. ! "Know where I can get some of those fries?" "You have come to the right place indeed", says the gentleman with the green coat and a distinctly round stomach. "It so happens this is my favorite place to have fries in. Please take a seat." "Innkeeper! Fries! Ale!" Not very long afterwards comes the Innkeeper with raw potatoes cut to slices. His green pet following closely behind. Hey! Wait a minute! A green dog and raw slices of potato? "Thou sheem to be a shtranger here! Thish ish my pet dragon", mubles the Innkeeper to the flamehaired woman, obviously drunk. "Now, shee how shhe friesh the potatoesh". Woosh... Fried potatoes. Woosh.. More fried potatoes. Contrary to the popular belief among strangers the Dragons' Inn is not named after the dragon killed by Gilgamelot but was in fact founded a lot later and took its name after the pet dragons of the nearby farm. Those dragons never grow large by some defect of theirs, but they do make excellent pets. This particular dragon, for instance, step dances. But only on fridays... -- ............................................................................... Ari Huttunen They say the sky high above 90-7285944 is Caribbean blue... (Enya)