The dragon was looking disgruntled when the gnome entered. Grumbling, it rolled over on its bed of gold. The gnome tapped it on the back. Steam erupted above the dragon’s head.
“Um, mister dragon?”
Again a grunt.
“I hear that you have a sick stomach today?”
The dragon tilted its head one eye looking at the gnome.
The gnome took a deep breath and hollered, “Gnomes Rule!”
A snort of laughter erupted from the dragon, and its eyebrow lifted, “That does feel better, but now I am hungry.”
The gnome scrambled for the exit.
