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By Jack Taylor
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Zeegart looked over the rampart walls and drooled. “Leesum, There’s another one sitting under the weeping willow. He’s been there for hours stuffing his face.”
Leesum drummed his long claws across the scales on his chest as he looked up from the medical journal he was absorbing. “Let me know when he falls asleep. I hate it when they’re screaming and squirming.”
Zeegart sucked up a trough of water set apart to satisfy the knight’s horses. “Too bad the king got away. That stallion he was on could have stopped my tummy from rumbling all afternoon.”
Leesum stretched himself up to his full fifteen feet and strolled over to the castle precipice. “I can see from this book that these humans are starting to figure us out. There’s stuff in here about moving a lot and staying quick on your feet.”
“As if that’s going to stop us.” Zeegart flipped out his emerald wings and flapped vigorously. His head rotated slowly as he watched a flock of vultures circling overhead. “We’ll just fly down and snatch them up.”
“What stopped you from doing that with the king?” Leesum snorted. A flash of flame flickered out and almost singed Zeegart’s wing.
The plump dragon patted his extended belly. “I’ve been eating knights all day. I think I might be putting on too much weight to fly very far.”
Leesum snatched up the medical journal. “You’ll have to start doing what these humans are doing. It says here that moving a lot can help your heart, your muscles, your bones, your blood, your immune system and your nervous system.”
Zeegart sniggered and flapped his wings five times quickly. “They did seem to have a nervous system when I roared and roasted them. The skinny ones still taste basically the same although I do prefer them nice and juicy.”
Leesum rested back on his haunches and held the journal out to the full extent of his short arms. “I wish these humans would write bigger. Every hundred years or so it seems that their letters get fuzzier. “I don’t even understand these words. “Diabetes, cholesterol, cancer, high blood pressure, body mass index. It says here that not moving a lot is the fourth-leading reason why humans die. 6 out of every 100 humans die from not moving enough.”
Zeegert traipsed in behind Leesum and looked over his scaly shoulder. “I like the pictures, but that book misses something important.”
“What’s that?” asked Leesum.
“Dragons have got to be the leading cause of death for humans because when I crunch on them 100% of them aren’t moving at all.”
“You do have a point,” replied Leesum. “Perhaps that little man in the white robe was onto something.”
Zeegart rested his short arms on the precipice and examined his afternoon snack preparing to snooze on the grounds below. “He had quite the imagination. Saying he came from the future with that little book. Saying we aren’t really real.”
Leesum stretched out the book and then pulled it in closer to his snout. “This book has strange pictures of hundreds of humans running together in what they call marathons. I wonder if a dragon is chasing them.”
“Are there any of those big monks in there?” Zeegart huddled down in a corner by the parapet. “if there are none of those fat, juicy brown-robed monks at the back of that herd of humans than I can tell you that no self-respecting dragon is chasing them. If you have to work for your dinner then why bother?”
Leesum repositioned himself to catch the afternoon sun on his back as he scratched himself on the bricks. “I noticed uncle Fitzgard saying the same thing for the last century. He got so fat on those miniature humans he couldn’t even fly over the moats or forests. One of those knights finally got him with a javelin.”
Zeegart stretched and yawned. “Sounds like what happened to aunt Elspeth when those archers got her with those flaming arrows. She got used to snacking on those old slow ones and could hardly crawl away when they came for her.”
“Do you think that could happen to us?”
“Why worry about it? Some white-robed human pops into our world and now we’re worried about moving more.” Zeegart jiggled his jaws and rubbed his belly with pleasure. “Get some sleep. That idea of humans moving more will never catch on. If it did, how would we eat?”
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