Once upon a time, there was a dragon named Paul. Paul was a very sweet dragon, and his most prized possession was a blue and pink afgahn blanket made for him by a princess named Annie.
One day, Paul was confronted by the befuddled knight from lands afar, who's name was Simon. Simon believed that Paul was an evil dragon (because he had seen Paul's evil twin, Bubba, who wasn't so much evil as just plain dumb), and made it his quest to vanquish the dragon from the land.
Paul tried to reason with Simon, tried to talk him out of his quest, but he failed, for two reasons. First, befuddled knights weren't likely to listen to dragons they believed to be evil, and second, because dragons can't talk, silly. When they try to speak, it comes out as sort of a roar, with the occasional fire breathing thrown in for good measure. So they're greatly misunderstood creatures, you see.
Anyway, Simon didn't understand, and didn't want to understand if it meant having his armor melted and his eyebrows singed by a possibly evil dragon, and went on with his quest to banish poor Paul. Princess Annie saw what was happening from her tower high above the kingdom, and raced down the several flights of stairs to save her friendly dragon. Throwing herself in front of Paul, she screamed for Simon to stop.
"Princess, get out of the way!" he admonished her, trying to dodge around her.
She shook her head and stood her ground. "This is Paul. He's a good dragon."
"Don't be absurd," Simon said, and Paul didn't help much when he huffed indignantly, melting the tip of Simon's sword. "There are no good dragons," Simon continued, after dropping the sword in horror and stepping back a few paces.
The princess scowled at him. "How do you know?" she asked. "Have you ever gotten to know one?"
"Of course not. You'd be killed if you even got near..." he trailed off as he noticed a large tear trickling down Paul's scaly cheek.
Princess Annie noticed it too. "See, you've gone and hurt his feelings," she said, shooing Simon away even further. "Now go on, apologize, then go home," she instructed.
"I'll do no such thing. I have to save you from the dragon!" Simon said, moving to swoop her up into a heroic embrace.
Annie sidestepped him, trying not to giggle when Paul snorted in laughter and caught the feather atop Simon's helmet on fire.
Simon backed away again. "Right. Sorry about the thinking you were evil thing," he said, not wanting the dragon to burn him to pieces. It would be nice also if Annie thought he was noble, and there was no way she would think that if he went and killed her dragon. "I'll just go now." He turned and slowly walked away, his head hung in defeat, until he heard the princess call his name.
"Simon, wait!"
He turned with a hopeful look upon his face. "Yes?"
"You forgot your sword." She handed him the weapon, then turned her back and walked with Paul back to his cave. Simon was never heard of in that kingdom again, but between you and me, I heard he moved up into the mountains and became a hermit.