THE DRAGON SLAYER

A rat, a tiger, and a boar once played under the watchful eye of an old red dragon. They were happy passing, rolling, and tossing some jade marbles. Until one day, almost dusk they were called upon to pray and to the sound of the gong, they chanted, reverberated. Their voices heard over the Himalayans. The rat whimpered, the tiger roared and the boar grunted. While the old red dragon still ever so alert with its slitty eyes watching from a distant. It hiss and gnash when out of tune is heard from the reverberations. It called upon a bear to side with him to make sure everything are in order...bloody gore or what not. Meanwhile, the eagle not far behind is also mindful to the play and drama on the ground. Even the beaver was reluctantly minding the affairs with its tail tied on its behind. Few more months and the charade would begin, the leader espirituelle is accused of fomenting disorder. Although the red dragon might sealed the fortress, it won't...as long as this keystroke, pray, be the slayer that it seek. Monkey, goat, snake, rooster, ox, dog, horse, joined the frays. Bachengo too was never far behind. Nirvana here we come.