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.
For a few moments the two seemed to be at an impasse; both were swift and agile, dodging each other’s attacks. Finally, the hero decided that he would need to incapacitate the dragon for a few moments in order to land a fatal blow. He was at a loss for how to do so−until a blinding glint off an object in the tall, brown grass caught his eye. It was an empty glass bottle. Snatching up his trusty water gun in one hand and this unlikely weapon in the other, he yelled out a battle cry and charged, firing the water gun wildly at the dragon’s head. As he expected, the dragon attempted to duck out of the way, and the knight hurled the bottle at its head to. The beast was not quick enough to dodge this second airborne attack, and it was temporarily stunned as the bottle shattered against its cranium, giving the hero all the time he needed. He made an enormous, inhuman leap and, seemingly in slow motion, drove his makeshift blade into the dragon’s evil heart. The tin foil and plastic wrap did their noxious work quickly. Within seconds the fiendish monster disintegrated, leaving another house liberated, but not a trace of their scuffle.
No sooner had the victorious knight caught his breath, gathered his belongings back up out of the grass, and set his sights on the princess’s house down the street, than he heard a familiar growl sounding from around the corner. A different type of dragon prowled around the corner; this one did not act quite the same as the others. The morning sunlight shone off its metallic,