(miniflash story)

Sir Kayr stormed into the dragon’s cave, the sword high, the visor down, only to find the disastrous dragon… knitting a sweater.

“Oh, you’re here for the whole slaying thing, aren’t you?” the dragon drowsed, barely looking up.

“Um… yes?” Kayr stammered, being stumped.

“Fine, but mind the yarn,” the dragon yawned, handing Kayr a cup of tea. “Honestly, I’m far too old for all this hustling-and-bustling bussiness.”

Kayr, utterly baffled, accepted the tea. They spent the whole afternoon discussing wool blends instead.