On a crepuscular dismal morning, there was a dragon named Gertrude whose large eyes were hurting. The glaring light poked mercilessly into her dark eyes. Slowly, Gertrude coughed a fireball that was so bright, it caught the unassuming young knight by surprise. Unpresumptuously, the local cattle continued chewing contentedly without dribbling or even batting an eye.
Suddenly, Arthur, a terribly large black horse without a tail, started to make up his mind and buck off his female disguise. It was then, monkeys emerged from heaven, riding purple winged pixies. Vizier, the true owner of the magical flask, pinched off his mask, reassuring everyone present that all was now his. As