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Fairytale

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I came up with a fairytale about this video because the dog kinda sounds like what fairytale dragons sound like.

So there was a very remote mountain town far far away not so long ago. This town had a mountain nearby and in that mountain there was a dragon. The dragon was pretty chill, she didn't mind the townspeople and got along pretty well with them. She was also pretty set in her ways too, being a couple centuries old, and liked to take a nap around 2pm every day, for just an hour or so. She'd wake up and make all these yawny, growly noises after her nap before going to have a drink in the river. The growls were pretty loud, just loud enough to be a bit intimidating when heard from the town, but the townsfolk were used to her routine. Other than the growling the dragon was a pretty good, quiet neighbor so really only the townsfolk were aware of her.

Now the townsfolk were in a bit of a jam. Income inequality was really rough and their trinket market had plummeted. The townsfolk were having a hard time making ends meet, but they got an idea. The asked the dragon if she wouldn't mind if they sent some princes her way, maybe give her a bit of a snack, and once the prince was dead they could raid the armor and sell it to pay for some food cuz you know plate armor was like a luxury yacht back then, ridiculous solve townsfolk hunger money. The dragon had sworn off pork for generally environmental reasons, so she had trepidations, but the townsfolk pleaded with her to let them spread the word there was a dragon in their midst and was eating the towns children, or they'd have to start selling natural resources and that would be really loud and disrupt the dragon's nap schedule. The dragon agreed, but on the condition they would let all the princes know the only way to slay the dragon was with a wooden sword of elm, so she would have a toothpick to use after eating the prince, as princes are quite stringy and fatty. The townsfolk agreed to these conditions, and started to spread word through peddlers and troubadours that there was a very angry dragon eating the children at 3pm every day, and would let out a mighty growl before consuming the poor innocents. Many princes came with their wooden swords to slay the dragon. The town made a good living in gold and silversmithing, and the dragon wrote her own long pork cookbook. Anyway we should tax the rich.

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