"I thought you all breathed fire," I said, looking up at the great wyrm. The beast, two stories tall with wings that could hide a house, scowled down at me.
"That's racist," it sputtered.
"Sorry! I didn't mean-"
"Oh, nobody ever means it."
"I, I just mean it wasn't my intent to insult you."
"Yet here we are."
"Oh, babe, we're going to have to disinfect that. Come with me."
"Is that the burny stuff?"
"Hydrogen peroxide, yes. I'm sorry honey, but we don't want any germs to get in."
"I don't want to."
"I know you don't hon, but a little hurt now is better than a lot of hurt later."
"I don' wanna!"
"It'll be so quick and we'll put a little medicine on. You can even pick the band-aid and I'll kiss it to make sure it heals up nice."
"Can I get a dinosaur?"
