The words, I will admit, were a bit of a challenge this week.
Gaseous, green, ghostly, grammar, glob and ghoul
Dastardly, dunce, dragon, destiny, Doberman and dinner
Here we go:
“Where” the dragon asked in a deceptively quiet voice, “is my dinner?”
A ghostly, gaseous green vapour rose to ceiling height over his head, quivering slightly, as though even ghosts and ghouls recognised a dangerous situation when they saw it.
“I haven’t got your dinner.” Elspeth said sternly. “You don’t deserve a dinner after your dastardly behaviour at lunch.”
“What” hissed the dragon, “dastardly behaviour are you referring to, little girl?”
“Well, for one thing you left a big glob of mashed potato on the carpet for me to clean up and you didn’t even apologise.” Elspeth looked the dragon right in its blazing red eyes. “Also,” she continued, “your grammar has been atrocious lately. I taught you better than this you know. If you can’t behave yourself any better than this I’m going to send you to the pound and I’m going to adopt that sweet little Doberman puppy in your place.”
The dragon reared its head back and fanned its scales. One huge tear dropped from its eye and sizzled on the floor.
“I’m no dunce.” The dragon whined. “I’ll be good. I don’t want my destiny to be ‘euthanized at the pound’. Besides, I really like it here with you.”
“Well there you are then, I’ll see you in the morning with your breakfast. Fried toads and rabbit ears.”