The Dragon Who Didn't Like to Fly

“It was as easy as easy—he had done it more than once.

The crowd gasped, screamed, hats and caps whipped up by the wind flew off—and the dragon was already transformed into an indistinguishable dot against the deep blue of the sky.

He didn’t rise too high, still remembering from experience that people up there breathe hard—especially if the person is a girl laced into a corset. And, to be honest, it was cold too: it suited him just right to cool down his heated wings, while the fragile human would catch cold and soon die…”