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Saturday, 27 September 2014

It Happens Sometimes

Hi dear friends and followers, today Sunday which means it's poetry day, It happens sometimes. Welcome and I hope you find the poem enjoyable  

It Happens Sometimes


The Fairest of Fairies hovers;

she lands upon a thistle-leaf.

A beam of light shines, as it seems,

from her entire being, blue, purple, and green,

lighting all about her perch 

with the brilliance of sun, in rainbow hues.

From the forest they came,

beaming the colors alike;

Fairy light was everywhere,





lighting the clearing around the thistle.

Stars twinkled above the magical sparks

of fairy lights in the tall grass.

The forest floor twinkling rhythmically,

with the stars above all glistened as one;

Like drummers at their drums, the stars pulsed on.

The crickets came with their instruments

to join in the chorus of creatures playing in-time

their hymns of joy and songs of love;

glad were they to serenade the harvest moon,

clothed in a gown of ocher flame in the east,

where she faithfully rose and held monthly court,

her river of light awash on the dark.





In the brilliance there was upon the night,

The insects, the little people, and all the fairy folk,

gathered around to make the wheel

that guides all who will follow in their fairy dance.

Dance, dance, little one! Dance like the dervish!





The brighter the moon and stars grow,

the brighter the queen of fairies shone,

as she stood on a wide blade of grass,

swaying slightly in the gentle night breeze.

It is early Fall when latest of the flowers 

show their best, and sing in harmony,

with the melody of the fairy folk as they dance,

whirling in circles wherever they can

under heaven's vault;

even dancing upon the waters





of the babbling brook near by.

A girl with a bow quietly appeared.

Mesmerized by the activity before her,

she placed her bow on the ground.

She walked lightly, not wanting to frighten

the assembled company sharing the dance.





The Fairest of Fairies, hovering above,

saw the girl move stealthily ahead.

“A human so close!” She gave the alarm!

And in a snap of the fingers

all was as dark and void as it was before

the Fairest of Fairies had first appeared.

“Run, aye, in that way,” the girl thought.

And there, in the sky, she saw them again,

dancing and singing among the stars,

until the rooster crowed at the break of day.

“And may I be luckier next time we meet,”

the girl thought, as she bent to pick up her bow.

“I'd Love To Be A Fairy.”

“Maybe some day I will make the connection,”

she thought while on her way back to her life.


Sneaking back into bed before her people missed her.


Composed by Cynthia
©



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Friday, 26 September 2014

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Hi dear friends and followers, today is Saturday, another week has gone by, how quickly it goes. A day of relaxation, so why not take two, and drop in and visit Frizzy Lizzy


Frizzy Lizzy looks up from the sink, where she's washing a coffee mug.

“come on in and sit down. I'll have a mug for you in a minute. The coffee's just like I like my men: strong and fresh. Pour yourself a cup.”

Lizzy plops herself down in the “captain's chair,” the one with the arms and the softest cushions on its seat, and proceeds to hold court.

“Last year, I replaced all the windows in my house with those expensive double- pane, energy-efficient kind. This week, I got a call from the contractor who installed them, complaining that his work had been completed a whole year ago and I had yet to pay for them.

“Boy, oh boy, did we ever have a go-around!

“Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean that I am automatically stupid!” I yelled into the phone at him. He yelled back that he was out the price of the windows.

“So, I proceeded to tell him just what his fast-talking sales guy had told me last year: He said that in one year, the windows would pay for themselves.

There was silence on the other end of the line, so I just hung up, and he hasn't called back.

Guess he was embarrassed.”

“We had a bummer of a summer up our way. Not enough warm days for me to put my bathing suit on. There are probably a some geese and a few guys at the lake who might be happy with that decision. Pits on them if they can't take a joke!

“Speaking of geese, the Canada geese should be flying south later this year. The weather this fall has been so nice that they have been delaying their flight. I suppose that I ought to be glad or something but the longer they stay the more they crap on the beach and the longer I have to wait to walk on it.

“I had a heat pump at my house until I met Charley. Charley put out as much hot air and he was pretty fair in bed so I kept him and got a gas furnace to keep the rest of the house warm.

This year I need to get up on the roof to clean the flue on the fireplace. I love having a fireplace but they can be such a pain-in-the-ass at times. Whenever I would drive in a neighborhood that had fireplaces, I could smell the wood fires and see the smoke curling out the chimneys, and I thought of having my coffee beside a crackling fire in the living room, and I loved the idea of a fireplace.

“No one ever told me that if you're single you have to arrange for the delivery of the firewood, make sure that it's dry enough to burn before you accept it, then stack it, or pay to have it stacked, schlep it into the house, start the fire, feed the fire, and stay awake until it goes out before you close the flue. That's just too much work!

“Now where the hell is Charley when I have something for him to do for me? That guy has more excuses for not doing things than a schoolteacher gets on the first day of the county fair. There are times when he's about as useful as a hairbrush to a bald-headed man.

“I feel a real bummer coming on. Want to attack some cheesecake with me?”

Lizzy heads for the fridge. She's into some serious comfort food. See you later!

Composed by Cynthia ©

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HOW AN INDIAN BOY WON HIS NAME


Hi dear friends and followers, today we return to the Iroquois stories, this time is an accounting of one Indian boy's experience with the fairy folk.

Karma in a Story that the Iroquois Tell Their Children? Why not? It's a universal concept, isn't it? Add to this the qualities that good people seem to have and you get another of the Iroquois Fairy Stories, here, for your enjoyment.

HOW AN INDIAN BOY WON HIS NAME



It was bluebird time, many moons ago. Little brooks laughed and danced, and all the forest was glad.


An Indian boy came running through the forest. He, too, was glad, for it was spring!
As he ran down the trail, he saw something hanging from a bush. The bush was but a few rabbit jumps from the trail, so he stopped to see what new flower the spring had brought. 

He found the new flower to be a tiny papoose cradle.

The boy picked up the cradle from the bush, and held it in the palm of his hand. As he looked closer, he saw that there was a tiny papoose in the cradle. The wee papoose laughed in his face, as he spoke to it.

The boy had never seen so tiny a papoose, and he thought he would take it home to his mother, it was so cunning. She had but nine of her own. He was sure she would like one more, and that there would be a place for the tiny stranger in their wigwam.

He started to run down the trail, but something seemed to hold him fast. He could not get away. Three times he tried to run, but each time he only circled round that bush. Something held him to the spot.
Just then there came a sharp cry from up the trail. The boy thought some animal must be hurt or in pain. He turned to look and saw a little woman coming. She was less than a foot high, but she ran like a deer to the boy, and cried and begged him to give back her baby.

Then the boy knew it was the love of that little mother that had held him fast. He could not break the love cord between the mother and her baby.
Now the boy had a heart that was soft and kind. He liked to see everything happy. When he saw the little mother crying and begging for her baby, he felt sorry for her.

Many times he had heard his own mother tell how every mother bird loves her young; every mother bear, her cub;
every mother deer, her fawn; every Indian mother, her papoose. And he knew this little fairy mother must also love her fairy baby, so he put it on the little mother's back, and told her she should have her papoose.

The little mother gave a glad cry, as she felt the baby on her back once more. Then she drew a stone from a bag which she carried, and slipped it on a string of beads that hung from the boy's neck.

The stone shone on his breast like a dewdrop.

“Because you are good, and kind, and unselfish, and because you make everything happy,” she said, “you shall wear this good luck stone. It will bring you whatever you want.

“We Little People give this stone to those earth children only, who are strong and yet protect the weak. Wear it always on your breast. Never take it off, and you will become a mighty chief.”


Native American Baby Craddles.

Then the little mother gave another glad cry, and with her baby one her back she disappeared into an oak.


The boy ran on. His heart grew lighter and the stone brighter as he ran. Before he reached his mother's wigwam, his arrows had brought back enough game for their evening meal.

From the day when the boy met the little Jo gah oh mother in the wood, and was given the stone, he had good luck. Whatever he did, all went well with him. If he went on the chase, he brought back deer. If he planted corn, it grew tall and fine. No boy could throw a ball as far as he. He could shoot arrows to the sky, and could send his snow-snakes skimming far beyond the rest.

So lucky was this Indian boy, that his tribe called him “Luck-in-all-moons.” “He wears the good luck stone,” the old people said as they sat around the fire, and they nodded their heads knowingly. But they never knew how he came by it, or why he won the stone.

And when “Luck-in-all-moons” grew to be a man, his tribe made him a great chief. Just as the little Jo gah oh mother had said, he became a chief, though not in the chieftain line.

Because he stood so strong and straight, serving the people, protecting the weak, and doing great deeds, he was called the Pine-tree Chief.

“His feet are planted deep in wisdom and strength,” they said, “and his head is not far from the sky. He sees far and points us the way. As the topmost branch of the pine points always to the east, so Luck-in-all-moons shall guide us to the sun rising. He 
shall be our Pine-tree Chief.”

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Wednesday, 24 September 2014

SAINT GEORGE AND THE DRAGON

Hello, Everyone! Today we visit a legend that is almost as old as dragons themselves: the Legend of Saint George and the Dragon.

Dragons are by no means a Christian invention, nor are they a Christian nemesis. They are mentioned but once in the New Testament, in the Book of Revelation, in a rather unflattering light.

Perhaps this mention of a dragon gives rise to the legend that is presented here today. It is a genuine, classic morality tale, an account of good over evil, life over death, and, not so coincidentally, Christianity over Paganism. Do enjoy it.

I would be most grateful for your comments on this presentation, and on anything else that might be on your mind.


An icon showing Saint George.
SAINT GEORGE AND THE DRAGON

Saint George, the patron saint of England, was a Christian martyr who lived about 275 - 303 A.D. His father was from Cappadocia, and was a soldier. St. George followed in his father's footsteps and joined the army. He quickly rose through the ranks and became a tribune and later a count. He became a member of Roman Emperor Diocletian's personal guard.

In 303, Emperor Diocletian ordered the systematic persecution of Christians across the Roman Empire. Saint George was ordered to take part in the persecution, but instead confessed to being a Christian himself and criticized the imperial decision. Enraged, Diocletian ordered the torture and beheading of Saint George. He was killed in Nicodemia on April 23, 303 A.D.

Christians soon honored St. George as a martyr. A number of churches have been built in his honor in Lydda, the home of his mother. His veneration spread throughout Palestine and the Roman Empire. Devotion to Saint George became popular in Europe in the 10th century. In the 15th century, his feast day was as popular and important as Christmas.

The Golden Legend

Saint George and the Dragon, a famous painting by Raphael.The story of Saint George and the Dragon is a popular one in Europe. The legend takes place in a town called Silene, in Libya. The legend states that this town had a large pond where a plague-bearing dragon dwelt. To appease the dragon, the villagers would feed it sheep and maidens. The maidens of the village would draw lots to see who would be sacrificed to the dragon.

One day, the lot fell upon the princess of Silene. The king, distraught with grief, told the people they could have all his gold and silver and half of his kingdom if his daughter were spared. The people, fearing the wrath of the dragon, refused. So, the princess was sent out to the lake, dressed as a bride, to be fed to the dragon.

Saint George, hearing of this predicament, rode on horseback to the lake. The princess, trembling, sought to send him away, but George vowed to remain and fortified himself with the Sign of the Cross.

The dragon reared out of the lake as George and the princess were talking. Saint George charged at it on horseback and pierced it with his lance. Then he called to the princess to throw him her girdle, and put it around the dragon's neck. When she did so, the dragon followed the girl like a dog on a leash. They led the dragon back into town, where it terrified the people at its approach. But St. George called out to them, saying that if they converted to Christianity and were baptized, he would slay the dragon before them.

The king and the villagers agreed, 15,000 men plus women and children, and were converted and baptized. George then drew his sword and slew the dragon. On the site where the dragon died, the king built a church, which bore a spring whose waters cured all diseases.




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Tuesday, 23 September 2014

The Dance

Good morning dear friends and followers, welcome again to my blog. I have another of my poems for you today about a fairy goddess from the stars. Composed by me. Have a great read and I hope you like it   

The Dance


I dreamed that I stood at my window
on a clear and starlit night.
And there, among the northern stars
she twirled like a ballerina.
Her skirt swirled 'round as she danced there,
among the northern stars.
She was the fairy goddess,
that much I knew.
Next, I found myself,
in a beautiful, enchanted forest.


I looked all about,
but nothing stirred;
not a twig, not a leaf,
not a blade of grass moved;
And there she stood,
in the middle of the clearing,


so close that I could
almost touch her!
Her hair flew around,
as gold as the sun's rays,
lighting the dark woods as if it were mid day.
The gown she wore was long and gold,
with fringe of lace shades aglow.
A finely-chiseled face she had,
with eyes that stole the sapphire's gleam;
And how they shined with their own inner light,
eyes softly decorated by fine crescent lines.
Her lips they were a perfect heart shape,
done in purple, the hue of grapes,
and her cheek's blush, a lively flame!
The wreath on her head was a floral garden.
Flowers of all colors appeared all around,
forming a circle around the fairy goddess,


who came from the stars above.
As she twirled her gown turned a brilliant blue;
Her tiny hands like butterflies, 
raised into the air, fluttering,
as she hummed a melody
like I have never heard,
nor have I since.
The melody drew out all
the dwellers of the forest.
Great and small they came,
the four footed, the winged,
and the finned ones, too, 
swimming to the shore
of the nearby stream.
All came to bathe in the beautiful light,
The light of the goddess from the stars

Her figure was divine.
Her smile was radiance, hope, love.
As I gazed upon her,
my heart merged with hers.
And her mind with mine.
For that time we were one another.
The forest denizens gathered
as we danced and whirled 'round,
feeling the warmth and excitement,
like floating on a golden cloud of silk.
It was only the forest creatures and I
present for that celebration.
I remember asking myself,
“Where are the two-legged ones?”
We were no longer in the forest.
We were among the stars.


We danced around the fairy goddess
who stood at the center.
We danced in spiraling circles about her.
When I awoke I was still looking up,
at the northern stars, in awe.
Composed by Cynthia ©

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HOW THE ROBIN BURNED HIS BREAST

Good morning dear friends and followers, welcome again to The stories the Iroquois told their children

This is the last of the Wonder Stories from the book, “Stories the Iroquois Tell Their Children.” It's a story about friends and I believe it's a fitting story for the autumn.
HOW THE ROBIN BURNED HIS BREAST

Some Indian hunters once made their way north to hunt for moose. It was at the time of Falling Leaves.


They journeyed for several days, until they came to a lake. Close by the lake they built a log cabin. Moss was placed between the logs to keep out the wind, and a thick roof was made from hemlock boughs. In the center of the roof, a small opening was left for the smoke from the lodge fire to pass out.

Here the hunters lived during the Moon of the Falling Leaves. Every day they went on the moose trail, but they found no moose. Their arrows brought them little game of any kind. They became discouraged and sick, and one by one the hunters lay down and died.

At last there was but one hunter left. He, too, was sick, and he grew weaker day by day. His food was nearly gone. It was growing cold, and there was little wood in the cabin to burn.

But the man did not give up. Again and again he cried aloud, “Some one will come and help me! Some one will come and help me!”--

One day, as he lay there too weak to rise, the fire flickered and went out. It seemed that he must die. But even then he did not give up. Again and again, with his weak voice he cried, “Some one will come and help me!”


And some one did come and help him. His cry was heard, for a bird came flying in through the smoke hole in the roof of the lodge.

The bird had such a cheery, brave voice that the man felt better the moment he flew in. The bird said to the man, “I was near; I heard you calling. I have come to help you.”

Then the bird saw that the fire was out and that the man was cold. He fluttered among the ashes until he found a bit of live coal. With a glad chirp, he flew out through the roof. Soon he was back, with his bill full of dried twigs. He placed them on the fire and began to fan them into flame with his wings. Soon the twigs were blazing. Then he flew out for more twigs, – and more, and more, and more.

The brave little bird kept on carrying twigs until the fire burned hot, and the lodge was warm once more.

When the bird had flown into the lodge he had a clean white breast. After the fire was built, his breast was covered with red and brown spots. He tried to pick them off with his bill, but they would not come off. Instead, they seemed to spread, and his whole breast became red-brown, when he was fanning the fire into flame.

But the little bird did not care if he had soiled his white breast, and burned it red-brown. Had he not brought cheer and life to a dying man?

He chirped a few glad notes, then said to the man, “I will go now, but I shall be near your lodge. When you need me, call, and I will come again.”

Later in the day, the man again called for help. The fire was getting low, and he was not yet strong enough to go out and gather twigs. Again the bird came to his aid. In and out he flew, many times, after small branches and twigs, until they were piled high on the fire, and once more it crackled and burned.

There was a little wood in the lodge. The man placed it on the fire, and the warmth healed the man, so that soon he was well and strong again.

Every day the man talked with the bird, for he was always near, and his cheery voice and brave words gave the man courage.

Once more he went on the moose trail, and this time his arrows brought him moose. In a short time the hunter had all the meat, skins, and moose hair he wanted. The moose hair he was taking to his wife, to work into pretty forms on his moccasins.

The first snow was falling, as the hunter started south on the home trail. The bird hopped along by his side for a little way, then said, “I must leave you now. Winter is coming, and I must be on my way to the Southland, or the snow will catch me. In the spring you will see me again.”

When the spring came, the bird with the red-brown breast came with his mate, and built a neat close to the hunter's home lodge. In the nest that summer, there grew up five little birds, and they, too, had red and brown breasts.
And ever since, Robin Redbreast has continued to come and build his nest close to the lodges of men, for Robin Redbreast is a friend to 
man.

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Sunday, 21 September 2014

Dragons for Beginners

Hi, dear friends, today I have more on the legend and history of dragons for you. 


I wish that I could take credit for what I am about to present here but, alas, I cannot. All of this wonderful material about dragons is borrowed from a website presented by one Kevin Owens. His materials are copyrighted but I don't feel bad in presenting them to you here, for your convenience. He did a wonderful job in gathering and processing the material that he has about dragons.
Thank you very much, Kevin.


What is a Dragon?
Dragons are important mythological creatures.
D
ragons are mythical creatures that appear in many different cultures and time periods. Dragons have been described as monsters, serpents, reptiles, or beasts. There is something magical about dragons that has kept our intrigue over many centuries.

Dragons are usually thought to have wings and breathe fire. They also are said to have scales and claws. Some also have horns. Almost always they are said to be venomous. Some dragons may have two or more heads. They may also have more than one tail. They may have two, four or even more legs; however, most are known to have four legs. Dragons are said to eat things such as rats, birds, snakes, bats, or even humans, especially children.
Three Angry dragons at the wizard's door.
Dragons are very intelligent creatures. They live in remote areas, far away from humans, in places that are dark, damp and secluded, such as caves. Dragons were first thought of as creatures who lived in water. Later they became associated with fire. Sea serpents may have been the first dragons, and may be the reason for this association.

Almost all dragon stories portray the dragon as the villain from whom the hero must protect the city or the princess. But some dragons can take on the form of the protector. The biggest differences in dragons usually come from different cultures,

especially the cultures of the East and the West. Each culture seems to have their own idea about dragons.

Dragons cannot be put all into one group, as there are so many dragons. Each culture seems to have their own type of dragon, and each of these dragons is usually very different. Some people have said that dragons once existed, maybe during the time of the dinosaurs. Others believe that dragons began around the same time the earth began. A few people even claim to have seen a dragon in their life time. Of these people who claim to have seen one, they usually agree that it was humans who finally defeated the dragons.

Dragons are fantastic creatures.But most of all, dragons are fascinating, magical creatures who have captivated our attention for thousands of years. The many different kinds of dragons and the ability for us to use our imagination to create these creatures only adds to their appeal. Many stories have been told about these great beings and it seems like dragons are a part of our mythical history. Whether these creatures are or ever were real probably doesn't matter due to the fact that the imagination can create them in almost any situation.

Dragons have often been used in art work. Pictures or sculptures of dragons seem mysterious and magical. Fashion has found style in these magical creatures, especially in the 


Eastern Dragons.

The History of Dragons
For more than seven centuries, dragons have played a role in lore and legend.The Jabberwocky, from Lewis Carroll's Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872.A
lthough the time that dragons first appeared in myths isn't known for sure, they can be traced back as far as approximately 4000 B.C. Dragons are said to have been able to live almost anywhere, depending on the type of dragon mentioned. Their habitats range from the center of the earth to the middle of the ocean. They could also be found in caves, fire, or anywhere dark and damp.

Stories of dragons appear all throughout history and almost every culture has their own idea about dragons. Some reasons for this could be the finding of dinosaur fossils. Dragons could be used to describe the indescribable bones of unknown creatures. There are stories about dragons in every part of the world, with the exception of Antarctica. Even though there are no people in Antarctica, which in that way would seem to make it attractive to dragons, the climate proposes a problem for these creatures who like fire or live in water, but not ice water.


One type of dragon, or sea monster, was feared back in the time of Christopher Columbus. During this time when the world was thought to be flat, these dragons were said to be at the edge of earth, waiting to eat any one who dared to sail that far into the ocean. This story kept many people from exploring farther into the world. Maps were even made marking the place where these dragons lived. At the edge of the map the words "Here Be Dragons" was almost always printed.


A knight and a dragon.
Dragons have also appeared in stories that go back to the time of the gods in mythology. The story of Perseus and the Dragon of Poseidon tells of a vain queen who almost sacrificed her daughter to the dragon, had it not been for Perseus.

Dragons appear most in fairy tales and myths. In most cases the dragon is the keeper of some treasure, either gold and precious jewels or a maiden in despair. A knight in these stories must come to rescue the girl, or to retrieve the riches. To do this he must slay the dragon.

Almost all young children have heard stories of dragons. A story that arose from the Middle Ages is about a knight, later called St. George, who rescued a princess from a dragon and in return was able to baptize a pagan people to Christianity. The story says that every year a maiden was sacrificed to this dragon. One year when

the princess was going to be sacrificed, St. George decided to rescue her. Using his sword, Ascalon, he was able to stab the dragon and later slay him. This may be one of the most popular heroic stories involving the death of dragons, although there are many. The story of St. George and the Dragon has been told for centuries and the event was even painted by the great artist Raphael.

A norseman fights off a sea dragon.Like St. George and the Dragon, many other stories have been told about dragons and the heroes who kill them. One story like this comes from Norway. The king left his daughter in the castle while he went away on a long trip. He left her a tiny dragon to be her guardian. The princess was skeptical of the tiny creatures, fearing that it could not protect her. However, the dragon soon grew into a large monster. 

He soon became too good of a guardian for the princess when he grew large enough to wrap his body all around the castle and not let anyone in or out of it. When the king returned home, even he was not permitted inside the castle. The only thing to do was to kill this dragon, so the king offered his the marriage of his daughter to anyone who could kill this dragon. No man in Norway was capable, but a man in Sweden finally killed the beast. As his reward he married the princess and they returned to Sweden together.

Another story is about another young man who fought a dragon for the reward of bringing the king's daughter to his master for marriage. In this story Tristan is tricked by another man who wants the princess for his own wife. In the end Tristan cut off the dragon's tongue as proof of his accomplishment and the lies of the other man were discovered.

During the times of dragons in England, anyone who killed a dragon was awarded knighthood. In ancient Rome, dragons were thought to hold the mysteries of the earth. Romans looked to dragons as a source of knowledge and used them as symbols of strength for their military. They used two forms of dragons, one which was used for heroism, to protect them, and the other, a fearsome dragon, used as a threat.


A wizard fighting a wyrm on a cliff.
Other tales about dragons are more about their toes then the dragons themselves. How many toes a dragon has is quite significant. Many different kinds of dragons are said to have 3 toes. The 4 toed dragons are said to be the earth dragons. But the 5 toed dragons are the most respected of all. Only a king or a high noble had the privilege of wearing a picture of the 5 toed dragon. In ancient times if a peasant was seen wearing the symbol of the 5 toed dragon, he would immediately be put to death.

Dragons seem to have come from exaggerated myths about huge snakes, lizards or other reptiles. One type of dragon is actually called the Wyrm, and has a very snake-like form, with a dragon head. Another smaller form of dragon is called a dragonlet. These dragons are also venomous and can be deadly. In the story The Dragonlet of St. Pilatus, only man with a bad temper and skills with a sword was able to defeat this monster that was only the height of the hero. In almost every culture and all throughout history there are stories of these magical creatures called dragons.

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