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16.06.2013

Dragonfire (part 2)

In the worst case, the dragon fire can become so hot that it incinerates the dragon from within.

Rufus was in a terrible mood.

"I've got to get rid of that hiccough fast," he thought. "But how?"

He spent the whole morning trying out all the remedies passed down through the generations: He held his breath until his ears turned plum-blue. He swallowed dryly so many times his throat felt like lava grinding over a rasp, and he recited every lunch he'd had in the last four weeks.

"... Haggis… Sir Cunibert… Black pudding… A minstrel (maybe that's why I got sick in the first place, the way he stuttered)… Tripe… Ah! Now it's gone."

Every method seemed to work for a while but just as a relieved smile began to spread over his face, that stupid hiccough started again. Eventually, only one remedy was left: Rufus had to get a fright.

Easier said than done.

Rufus visited all his friends, the unicorn, the lake-monster and the forest trolls, but none of them succeeded in making Rufus jump. Not even his cousin Freya,
although she had a reputation for being able to turn jelly into granite with her looks. So, as a last resort, Rufus decided to visit the swamp witch.

Rufus had never been so far south before. He had to ask for directions. However, being who he was, most people or animals ran long before he had a chance to say what he wanted from them. His head felt like hammer and anvil fused into one and he knew his temperature was rising like a lark in spring.

Just when he was lying down and preparing to slowly melt into the ground, Rufus heard a voice.
(To be continued)

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