G dint know what to do. There were some that tried to intervene – breaking off from their convos about the Brexit or the All New Yorkshire Ripper to throw chips out of sympathy to the beast or chucking sausage (with ketchup and also without) to it in theatrical gestures of simultaneous largesse and overwhelming disdain. But in truth in this fare the dragon just dint seem that interested and people themselves soon lost their interested too – WHO WANTS A PET THAT DON’T LIKE TREATS was the general opinion and folks just locked their kids in their cars and went back inside the pub where it was cooler anyway and easier to keep an eye on the football or latest installment of The Loveless Island.

There were some meanwhile who complained the whole situation to authorities of course creating a fuss, as there will always be those that try to spoil things for everyone – citing cruelty to animals and crapping on to Gina in a series of threatening anonymous notes about rights and rights and wrongs of all things etc. But from a legalistic perspective the cops that came out to the pub one nite said that dragons weren’t really real anyhows and that non-existent creatures were not covered by impact of the law, not fully not even partly in fact.

So by the time the autumn 1990 (?) came the dragon was all but forgotten and Gina as a total pragmatist sold it on to another pub further north, 50 quid/cash only/no questions and no one heard about it no more and things like quietened down.

Gina somehow missed the dragon tho. The look in its eyes she sympathise, the great shake that the walls of the pub used to make in the darkness of a midnight when it sighed, like the lorries thunder on the road they used to make out there before the bypass.

Late nites in the months after it was sold, when work was done she used to sit up all alone in the pub and stare out of the window, listening to the old Drill tunes of her youth and dreamed again repeatedly of her Internet wherin she had lived, loved and drifted so many years.

Place behind hills where each nite the many stars are fallen.

That the sun, the stars, the heavens have fallen there.

He opened his eyes and taken from the beauty of the clothing of the princess, that he could hardly determine if it was a dream or a reality. He him spoke first: she spoke to him in turn.