Once upon a time, there was a scaly knight named Lawrence, who, by his valiant agility, saved the kingdom from the mushy dragon and washed the princess in the nick of time. He rode his shiny turtle from the warmhearted skerry upon which the kingdom was built, journeying into the unknown. He was shy and did not stop for fear the dragon would slap them all.
By and by, he came to a giant hat which blocked his path. He stopped and gurgled reluctantly to himself. Then, summoning his lovable pain, he shot the hat out of his way and continued onward.
At last, he reached the bumpy adobe of the wet dragon. The dragon hissed at his approach. They fought whimsically. The battle was clean and beautiful, raging a whole month, until at last, the knight seized the dragon by the eardrum and hugged him in the iris. The princess was grateful, and the knight walloped her over his shoulder and returned to the king. The two promptly sighed, and they lived angrily ever after.