Ori poked at the limp salad with a talon and puffed his beard out in disgust. What was it with this human and salads?! The only palatable food for a dragon is bugs, obviously - the crunchier and juicier the better. The human had started giving him more and more vegetables. UGH.
His mouth began salivating as he recalled the juiciest beetle to-date crushed between his massive, powerful jaws. The human had muttered worriedly when she'd seen the size of the thing, then pulled out this measuring tape, and started waving it around his head.
"Two inches more or less; that's a tad smaller than the length of this crawlie. You should be okay, Ori," she had said before popping the best meal of his life into the enclosure.
Now this - PAH! The insult - carrots! Green leafy things! What did she think he was, a mealworm? No.
Ori puffed his blackening beard out further and squinted at the withering salad then out the glass enclosure. The human had yelled something, ran in and out of the room about 6 times, then yelled again before the door had slammed shut. Well, he was gonna show her.
He flipped the salad bowl, dumping the veggies across the tank floor, then scrabbled through them for good measure. That'll show her. Maybe I'll take a nap too. He eyed his cave, tapping a talon against the tiled floor. Mmmm, yes. A protest nap - much more fun than the average hunger strike. Yes.
The cool shade of the hide felt nice on his scales as he curled up in the shoe-box.
Several hours later the distant sound of his tank lid lifting and the human tsking in distress made his tail twitch in satisfaction. Serves her right for providing such a paltry meal. Then the heat lamps flicked off for the evening, and he felt himself drift off into sleep.