Saphiragon #3
A day in summer, the sun was shining and it was kinda hot. Saphira was hunting in the woods because she was hungry. But Eragon was bored of the long summer days, nothing cool or special happened. He did many things to get rid of the boredom – igniting innocent ants with magic, running in circles for no reason, trying to fly – not a good idea; and talking to trees as if they were his friends. Strangely, after 2 hours they answered him: "Omg, get the fuck off! You are probably the only person on this planet molesting trees by talking to them about your dirty secrets! We DON'T want to know what you explore on your dragon when it is sleeping!" When Saphira returned, Eragon was in bad mood because she is hunting always and never playing games with him. "Saphira, stop hunting all the time! You never do something with me, I'm so bored!" Eragon shouted. Saphira answered: "Calm down little boy, I'm just hungry so I have to go hunt because you lame guy are not able to catch something big for me." "Why should I go hunt for you? You are fat enough already!" A very bad idea by Eragon to say this. "What? – WHAT? FAT, ME?! I AM NOT FAT! THAT'S MUSCLES AND SCALES YOU SCUMBAG! KNOW WHAT? I'M PRETTY HUNGRY FOR LITTLE ANNOYING ERAGON'S NOW!" "Oh shit, I didn't want to call you fat, you are just… well fed, you know? You are my beautiful dra-aaaaaaaaAHHHHH!" And that's how the day ended; actually the rest of the week, Eragon was running away from Saphira because she wanted to eat him.
~Never call a dragon 'fat'. NEVER.~