Stepping down off his front porch and away from the safety of his house, he sized up several of the fiends He meticulously calculated how much water gun ammunition he would need to use. He knew the dragons wouldn’t back down without a fight, and he would have to use every ounce of his strength to defeat them. He was aware that he had at least one major advantage over them – he was smaller and therefore much quicker and more nimble. If push came to shove, he could probably maneuver out of a sticky situation.
Picking up his rusted, two-wheeled, all-terrain steed from the grass in the front yard, he leapt on and hurried across the street to the house opposite his. Although the home had long been vacant, a long, snakelike dragon with bright red scales still seemed interested in it. His reasoning was beyond the knight, for that empty house couldn’t have anything valuable in it. Nevertheless, he still had to root out the infestation of the beasts, and this one seemed like a good place to start.
Upon entering the overgrown front yard, he slid off his steed, which toppled sideways into the foot-high grass. Sensing an intruder, the dragon hissed angrily, flaring its steaming nostrils. The hero whipped out his water gun and fired several shots at the fiendish monster, managing to land several on its face. The creature wailed; the pain of the attack making it even angrier. Still clinging to the structure of the house, it lunged at the brave knight, failing to injure him but succeeding in knocking the weapon out of his hand. With the water gun gone, the hero unsheathed his cardboard sword. It was infused with tinfoil and plastic wrap, the deadliest
substances known to dragonkind. He attempted to land a few slashes on the beast, but this one
was smarter than it first appeared. Clearly, it sensed the presence of the lethal materials wrapped
around the weapon’s crushing blade.