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