Drago hated the taste of princesses. So when his friend, Ash, promised to introduce him to one if he promised not to eat her, he agreed.
She smelled like the forest. Quite delicious. But he’d promised.
“The river is a good place to meet,” Drago said. “I mean, in case I burp.”
Ash said, “Drago….” at the same time the princess said, “Don’t you dare!”
“I’ll only fart.”
“Bet you can’t fart as many times as me,” said the princess.
Princess farts are disgusting. Drago held his breath. He flapped his wings, ascending to the heavens. He turned to stars.