Once upon a time there was a girl, a damsel in distress, if you would. She was locked up in her ivory tower. She wasnt the sensitive type, no princess and the pea. No, in fact she was snug as a bug in a run in her sky-high tower. For some strange reason, though, men were knocking down her door. Knights in shining armour day in and day out and it was making her go postal. One day she said enough is enough. The glare from the armour was making her see spots and she hadnt slept a wink in weeks what with all the ruckus at her door. She wasnt a bird in a cage and she didnt want to get married and live happily ever after. No, she really just wanted to be left to her own devices. So, in a frenzy, she put pen to paper and pushed the envelope and in no time flat she got her letter delivered to her dear old dad. The letter made him madder than a wet hen.
Hey! Dont shoot the messenger! the mailman said.
I cant believe her the old king said. His darling daughter wanted a dragon. Of course he could hardly refuse, she was stubborn as a mule, just like her mother. So he searched high and low and just about tore the kingdom apart for a dragon. It took who knows how long but he finally managed to get his hands on one. Without a moment to lose he shipped it off to his daughters ivory tower.
Its about time! the princess cried when the dragon showed up. She looked like death warmed over.
So the dragon set to work keeping the knights at bay.
Finally, some peace and quiet. The princess sighed and snuggled under her covers. She was just dosing off when all of a sudden an earth-shaking roar came from outside followed closely by Holy smokes!
She looked out the window and saw a man run like the wind from her tower with the dragon in hot pursuit. She laughed out loud.
Knights, piece of cake. She giggled and lay down and was soon fast asleep.