A child arrived in a bright room, breakfast and warrior book in hand, It was early in the morning, and a maelstrom was rampaging outside across the land.

He sat in a chair, and then heard in the air, a dreadful sound behind him.

He wheeled about, and saw with a shout, an old man wrangling with a long yellow dragon.

The old man was attempting to tame and trap it, but it would not give way, so to enjoy what little was left of his day, the old man tossed the long yellow dragon away.

The child went over and pick it it up, and then he started to wrangle it.

But th' disorderly beast proved to have a tougher wit.

A long time passed, and a crowd amassed, to watch this chairbound struggle, for th' child and th' long yellow dragon were giving eachother quite th' tuggle.

Eventually, th' child grew desiccated, and then capitulated, and then slumped back in th' chair. Th' innocence, youth and majesty had been drained from th' eyes, and th' child's skin was now so wrinkled, it was enough to make you cries!

Th' long yellow dragon lay on th' floor for a whiles, but then a new pair of shoes came dancing across th' tiles.

A new child had arrived, and picked up th' wicked string to give it a fling. As he toiled against it, th' world froze still, as if paralyzed by a cannon.

Would this child prove victorious, or just another victim of th' long yellow dragon?