Microfiction challenge #23: Dragons’ egg


The Dragons were held in high esteem in the town.

It wasn’t every town that could boast fire breathing dragons. Peter and Eunice Dragon were also pillars of society. They worked tirelessly on every committee and promoted the town at every opportunity.

They like every other parents believed their children to be not only the apple of their eyes but that everyone else should have a similar opinion.

The annual search for the golden egg was an occasion when the children of the town competed in a quest that was the pinnacle of prestige within the community.

The young Dragon boy, Freddie Dragon, was of an age to compete and his father keen for his son to achieve fame and fortune began a rigorous training program with his young and enthusiastic son.

A successful golden egg winner was the one whose nose was so finely attuned to the unique aroma of the golden egg that within minutes of the quest beginning they were onto the scent and away in the race.

So early morning training was undertaken, Freddie was a willing participant as he wanted nothing more than to bring home fame and fortune to his family.

The first thing his father taught him was control of his fire breathing as incinerating one’s opponents wasn’t seen as a sportsman like act once the race began. Especially since no other participant was likely to possess such a skill. Though young Frank Funnelweb had the ability to inflict a fatal bite if you antagonised him too much. The Funnelwebs were a very touchy family and the Dragons kept well clear of them.

The big day arrived and Freddie was pumped, ready to go, an early morning breakfast of roasted stoat and singed swallow and he was primed ready to go.

The towns youth gathered. Their family’s expectant their progeny would be successful.

From the start of the quest it became clear that Freddie had the upper hand. His nose in the air and he was off. He led the way, he went in directions that defied the field to follow.

Within twenty minutes there was the definite roar of a dragon from the third valley from the town.

To everyone’s delight Freddie emerged with the golden egg. He held it aloft in triumph as he paraded back to the town square.

Peter and Eunice were the proudest of parents and beamed with pride as their son displayed the spoils of the quest.

Like any quest or competition the Dragons were involved in there was the expected protest, the inquiry into how the second placed competitor suffered burns to his anatomy, how it was that so many of the participants returned with singed hair and eyebrows but such was the jubilation of the winner and his father’s booming pride (Dragons were very effervescent when they won anything) most objections were dismissed as coming from sore losers and they should get over themselves and train harder for next year.

The photo of Peter and Freddie Dragon was published in every community newspaper and later converted into a statue that to this day adorns the town square.


Written for: https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2016/11/18/microfiction-challenge-23-dragons-egg/

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20 Responses to Microfiction challenge #23: Dragons’ egg

  1. I hope the Funnelwebs win next year 🙂

  2. Brought a smile on two hours sleep — well done. I am a bit concerned over Freddy’s enthusiastic singing of other contestants, however, lol. (the ing of singe)

  3. Totally brilliant. Have only just seen the prompt, so the mind’s working on it.

  4. Oh that was such a family Dragon story. Well done

  5. Lynn Love says:

    An original take on the prompt – dragon racing!

  6. Pingback: Microfiction challenge Dragons’ egg: the entries – Jane Dougherty Writes

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