Sir Daniel now regretted anticipating the arrival of the dragon. In his precarious position he was in no shape to fight the dragon. Looking around, the dragon seemed to not notice Sir Daniel. Maybe he could fight the dragon. Again, Sir Daniel pulled out his longbow and aimed as carefully as he could in the pounding rain. He fired. Direct hit! The dragon was hit right in the eye! It stumbled around in agony, reaching the edge of the cliff. With one more step the dragon fell over the side of the cliff and down onto the sharp rocks and boulders.
Sir Daniel had saved the day! And to think he barely had to use his sword at all! Then Sir Daniel saw something that almost made his heart stop. The dragon was stirring. It got up and spotted Sir Daniel. It reared up on its hind legs and roared to the storm clouds, but in mid roar, a bolt of lightning came down, striking the dragon and killing it instantly. As before, Sir Daniel saved the day, with the help of Mother Nature…
George and Bob sat at the bar talking about the events that occurred the last night. “It’s about time we got rid of that ‘mayor’. It was a good idea to tie him up to the top of a building at night,” George said.
“That’ll teach him to use us as bait,” Bob added. The whole town was much more joyful now, knowing that they were able to leave and that they would not be bossed around by a notorious mayor. “You know, now that we got rid of the ‘mayor’, what are we going to do for the other six nights?” the bar suddenly got very quiet. People began looking around the room at each other. “What? Was it something I said?” The people of Legodas circled around Bob…
“Hey, put me down!” Bob yelled as he was carried to the same building top that the “mayor” had been tied up to last night. “George! Help me!”
The people of Legodas looked at George, who turned beet red. “Well…oh come on! What are we doing? This isn’t really fair to Bob, is it?”
“Why, sure it is,” one of the farmers replied. “The dragon should have gotten him two nights ago if it hadn’t been for that knight.”
“Yeah, come to think of it, maybe Sir Daniel will take the fall for Bob tonight if he ever meets up with that dragon,” another one said. A few people in the crowd laughed.
“Hah! I bet he didn’t even go up the mountain after he saw how big the dragon was!” someone else commented.
“Yeah! He probably turned and ran away once he was out of our sight!” the farmer joined in.
“Now you people are being ridiculous! I know Sir Daniel, and I know that he went up that mountain and fought and probably killed that dragon!” George stated confidently.
That night both George and Bob were tied up to the top of the roof. Bob was repeatedly singing Kumbayah. “Kumbayah, my Lord. Kumbayah. Kum—”
“Is it just me, or does that song just get old after the thirteenth time!” George roared.
“Gosh. Somebody’s a little grumpy,” Bob muttered.
“Gee, I dunno. Maybe it’s because I’ve been tied up next to you all evening waiting to be eaten by a dragon!” George screamed.
