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The Bad Dragon

It’s pointed tail as sharp as a machete.

 

A strange eye waiting for it’s prey to approach.

 

The petal like wings fluttering in the breeze.

 

12 claws ready to dig into it’s terrified prey.

 

It’s minute teeth chipping on a hopeless piece of pork.

 

It was a dragon.

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