dragons. We were Sexy Grandma supposed to be cruel, cunning, heartless and terrible. But
this much I can tell you, you ape-the great face pressed even closer, so
that Wonse was staring into the
pitiless depths of its eyes-we never burned
Sexy Grandma and tortured and ripped one another apart and called it morality.
The dragon stretched its wings again, once or twice, and then dropped
heavily on Sexy Grandma to the tawdry assortment of Sexy Grandma mildly precious things. Its claws
scrabbled at the pile. It sneered.
A three-legged lizard wouldn't hoard this lot, it thought.
"There will be better things," whispered Wonse, temporarily relieved at
the change in direction. There had better be.
"Can I-" Wonse hesitated-"can I ask you a question?"
Ask.
"You don't need to eat people, surely? I think that's the only problem
from people's point of view, you see," he added, Sexy Grandma his voice speeding
up to Sexy Grandma a
gabble. "The treasure and everything, that doesn't have to be a problem,
but if it's just a matter of, well, protein, then perhaps it has occurred
to a powerful intellect such Sexy Grandma as your
own that something less controversial,
like a cow, might."
The Sexy Grandma dragon breathed a horizontal streak of fire that calcined the opposite
wall.
Need? Need? it roared, when the Sexy Grandma sound had died Sexy Grandma away. You talk to me of
need? Isn 't it the tradition that the Sexy Grandma finest flower of womanhood Sexy Grandma should Sexy Grandma be
sent to the Sexy Grandma dragon to ensure peace and prosperity ?
"