[Wow, is Break actually enjoying himself? Clearly she has a future as a master storyteller.]

Don't worry, it's okay! Even though the dragon looked cool on the outside, he was actually a huge weenie! "Mr. Fluffy Old Man!" he cried, smoke billowing from his mouth. "What are you doing off the path?"

"Why, I'm going on an adventure of course!" said Mr. Fluffy Old Man cheerfully. "Would you like to join me, my friend?"

[Clearing her throat and pitching her voice into a high and...rather familiar sounding anxious tone.] "What!!" said the dragon. "But the forest is dangerous!! You can't go deeper in, are you crazy!! What if you run into something scary, like a blind girl!! Or a cat!! Let me take you back to the meadow where it's safe!!"

But having heard enough of this weenie talk, Mr. Fluffy Old Man shook his head and prodded the dragon's leg with his...fluffy cane. "Come now, where is your sense of adventure?" he said as he clambered onto the dragon's back. "We shall have so much fun together! Onwards into the forest we go, to see what other surprises may await us!"

"But--" the dragon started before Mr. Fluffy Old Man cut him off by noogieing...wrestling...smacking him with his cane. He kept doing it until the dragon, realizing he could take a hit, was filled to the brim with courage and admiration for his incredibly strong friend! And onwards they went into the forest.

As they went deeper and deeper still into the forest, Mr. Fluffy Old Man's senses begin to tingle. "Why Mr. Dragon," he declared, "I do believe we have found our next surprise!"

"Can we go home yet - I mean uh, how can you tell, Mr. Fluffy Old Man?" said the dragon. Mr. Fluffy Old Man tapped the side of his nose.

"There's an odd scent in the air," he announced. "Smells like...puke. And tears."