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Gronckles are tough, even me. And I may be one of the most affectionate and playful Gronckle. Let me introduce myself. I'm Meatlug. Great name, I know, but it's definitely not the worst.
Dragon raids, happen almost nightly, but we win all the time. We take the food back to the Great Queen, or be eaten ourselves, which is why we Gronckles make ourselves the first ones to arrive and the last to leave. The problem with that is that a lot more of us are killed. It doesn't help that Gronckles are the slowest dragons to ever fly the skies.
All that explains why I was actually relieved when this big, fat, strong man with a peg leg and a hook for his front leg, dressed in pale clothing, took me out of the sky, when I knew I was going to be eaten by the queen; I only had one chicken, though the Nadders would be pleased. The two-limbed man surprisingly didn't kill me, but instead, he put me in a cage which stank of death. This must be the killing arena that those Zipplebacks talk about. With a wave of grief and mourning, I remembered that one of my cousins had been killed here, and the same fate awaited me.
Thinking I would probably never get out of this dreadful place, I settled down for sleep. I had nothing better to do. And little did I know, that, one day, I would get out and I would find a new best friend: Fishlegs Ingerman. And that I would be FREE.