I have always wanted a dragon for a pet. I think it would be the most amazing thing ever! Let's set aside the fact that they breathe fire that destroys everything in its path. Let's ignore those huge fangs and the enormous size of the dragon itself. Let's pretend they are not dangerous in the first place. If I had a pet dragon it would be even better than having a dog (and having a dog sounds pretty great to me too). Imagine for a second that your neighborhood has had some break-ins lately. Are you feeling a little more cautious about locking the dead-bolt as you leave the house? Well I'm not, because I just leave the burglar to the mercy of my pet dragon, Zillasaur who is feeling in a slightly cross mood today. When I come home she is no longer feeling cranky, because she just had a lovely snack. I pat her on the nose and she gives me that sweet, toothy smile. "Zillasaur, you have a shoe stuck in your teeth! Where did that come from?" I ask, and then it hits me. I left the door unlocked, didn't I? Oops! I guess the neighborhood thief had no idea that unless you shout, "Zillasaur, I'm home!" when you walk in the door, she will automatically view you as a threat and eat you up like Scooby eats a Scooby Snack. A dragon would be so much better than an alarm system.
Later that day I realize that I am late to work, so I call on my pet dragon, Zillasaur to give me a lift. I climb on her back and giver her a friendly pat. "Zilla, I am late for work," I say. She jumps into the air and flies me there in a matter of minutes, because we avoided all those nasty stop signs and traffic lights. My boss is so impressed with me for always being punctual and having a cool pet and decides to give me a raise.
Okay, maybe that's a stretch. I still want a pet dragon though.
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