AnElephantCant ever be big-headed
You never hear him boasting or bragging
He can’t flit or fly
Like a bird in the sky
And he can’t roast chestnuts or potatoes like a dragon
This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Alastair.
Just click on the link to find some stunning stories set in stone in response to this week’s excellent image.
But please first cast an eye over AnElephant’s tragic tale of terrible tribulations!
I have to say I think the punishment is a bit harsh.
Petrified for 1,000 years by Merlin, just for turning one annoying little brat into toast.
The thing is, I am usually so easy-going.
I help out around the castle quite a bit.
I provide fire for the blacksmith when he is forging swords.
I fly around the country delivering messages to knights on quests.
And of course, because I gather all sorts of news on my travels, I am the ace reporter on the Camelot Courier.
Most people like me, especially the mums, because I am a sort of combination baby-sitter and adventure park, with kids clambering all over me on market day.
But this little wretch just would not let it be.
Everyone knows that song makes me cry.
It has the saddest ending ever.
So when he sang it for about the 83rd time in succession I just lost my temper and sautéed the horrible child.
A dragon lives forever but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar
His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane
Without his life-long friend, Puff could not be brave
So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave