Overbearing Dragon Grandmother

By alittlebitdarkorange and catie on November 6, 2009

"My good lord, Miley. How can you possibly keep such good posture while doing the funky chicken?" asked Jeremiah Statesenskiser the third son of the crown-touting Prince of Winchstenshyer.

"Well," said Miley. "My grandmother was a dragon and she spent a long time standing on a cliff with fifteen villagers trying to get her egg while distracting her by hunching like demented hags. She therefore had a lot of practice noticing the curves of a badly shaped spine and as a result every time I exhibited bad posture she would blow fiery balls of gasoline at my face until ignition."