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Dragon: Drop that Icon!
The next day she put on her best Paris clothing and went off in
search of the dragon’s lair. The peasants in the fields stared at her;
but, as she was so obviously a person of importance, they pointed her
in the direction of a low hill not far from town. Approaching it,
Mikhaila saw that a trail of burned and trampled trees led straight to
the mouth of a cave, from which a distinctly sulfurous vapor visibly
emanated. She walked up to this dark malodorous portal and cupped
her hands in front of her face.
“Hello, in there!” she shouted. “Is anyone at home?”
For a moment, silence. Then a loud belch, followed by several
growls, ending in a crescendo of discordant snarling.
Undaunted, she called out again: “Hello! Are you there?”
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