A dragons mischief

“Stop it!” He whispered.

“No,” it said.

“Stop it!” He screamed.

“No,” it said.

“Go find another person to nibble on,” he pleaded, the pain immeasurable.

“No,” it said.

“I can’t take this anymore!” Sitting up the wizard shook his arm, praying desperately for the tiny dragon to release its jaw from his skin. He shook, he swayed, he even went upside down in hope gravity would push the little devil’s fangs out.

“Please,” he begged. Releasing it’s jaw the dragon flexed its wings and spoke.

“Of course, all I ever want is politeness.”

Pleased