6.00 AM

If it's not one thing it's another. Why is my kingdom in such turmoil? Why must creatures from far away plague me every other week? What is this, some kind of dramatic show?

A Dragon has arrived, and has decided to make the nearby mountain his nesting spot for the next, oh, eight bazillion years.

A proper Dragon. Not like, Spike.

I wouldn't mind so much but the smoke is reaching my castle gates and is making my petunias wilt.

Need to put my mind at work. This is an emergency.