Strange things have always happened to me; like that time I accidentally burnt my mother's favourite cooking pot. Honestly, I only wanted our supper to be ready sooner. By the time I noticed the smell, our supper was spoiled.
So was the pot. Mother was not impressed.
And that time I called Will an ass. It was a week before I figured out how to remove his tail. The less said about that, the better.
But what happened today is strange, even for me. And I don't mean the dragon; I mean saving Prince Prat's life.
What was I thinking?