What's in a name?
How do villages get their names?
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It was growing late when Hiccup and Toothless finally flew over the village of Wrong-end-of-goat. Curls of evening supper smoke rose from the houses, and made Hiccup's eyes water. The thought of the suppers made his stomach rumble, too, but he couldn't be sure how any of the Wrong-end-of-goat-ers would respond to having a large dragon knock at the door and ask for dinner, so they landed in a clearing on the edge of the woods beyond instead.
"In future years, this will become a settlement in its own right," said Toothless, as Hiccup slid down and stretched to try and get some feeling back in his seat. "Called Dragon-sat-here."
Hiccup straightened up and looked around the small grassy clearing. "But there won't be anything to show we were here."
Toothless licked his lips wisely. "Is there anything left of the goat?"
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A/N: Okay, very very silly. Inspired by falling over the wrong end of a goat, if you want to know :D