A Dwarfish Odyssey
Part 2
By
Sophia Demetri
In his cave in a forbidden wood by a creepy mountain range, Corpsegrinder awoke to the hideous sound of Fred the weasel approaching the cave. "CORPSEGRINDER! CORPSEGRINDER! CORPSEGRINDER!" the weasel screamed in the distance. "CORPSEGRINDER I'M HOME!" "Oh gnomes dung!" Corpsegrinder said. "My evening migraine has arrived."
Almost immediately after saying that, Fred burst into the cave with dinner for his friend. "Did you find the meat on the rack or on the side of the road?" Corpsegrinder asked the weasel. "I bought this in the village Corpsegrinder!" The excited weasel exclaimed. "The butcher said it's best made on a rotisserie spit." "All the more reason for me to breathe." His friend responded. With that Corpsegrinder lifted his head and roasted the meat with his own fiery breath. By the way Corpsegrinder is a really huge, Godzilla-sized, fire-breathing DRAGON.
After dinner, (and a few flame belches) the two started a conversation. "By the way Fred, I haven't heard you speak about the seven midget home wreckers in a couple of weeks. Are they still alive?" the dragon asked him curiously. "MIDGET HOME WRECKERS! WHERE?" Fred screamed. "YOU IDIOT!" The dragon yelled back. "I was talking about the seven DWARVES!" "Oh, yes the dwarves!" Fred said. "They quit watching the princess's coffin last Tuesday." "The dead princess is unattended?" the big dragon exclaimed. "HALLELUIAH! FREE FOOD! Fred go get a sack and bag me a princess for dinner!" Corpsegrinder screamed flying up to the cavern ceiling. "Actually she was awakened by love's first kiss and is currently living happily ever after." Fred confessed happily. The big dragon sank back down to the cavern floor crushing a few stalagmites. "Witch teats!" he cursed. " I was going to stuff her with apples and sausage!"
"Look on the bright side friend. The seven dwarves don't live around here anymore. They're moving to another kingdom to get new mining jobs." Fred told his friend. "THEY'RE WHAT?" Corpsegrinder erupted. "They're moving away. Aren't you happy?" "I will never be happy until I have my revenge!" "Are you going to tell the story again? Please! Please! PLEASE tell the story again!" The weasel begged anxiously. "If it will appease your annoying heart I will tell the story for the five millionth time." The dragon said sarcastically.
"Thirty-five years ago, (when I was younger and thinner) the mines that the dwarves worked in used to be my cave. I was the only dragon to ever truly have his own treasure without pillaging it. My cave handed it to me the day I moved in. Then came that horrible day when THEY came to my territory. I woke up with the sun shining on my face, WHEN I HEARD THE HORRIBLE SOUND OF DEVELOPMENT! The next moment, I was feeling burning sensations in various parts of my body! The blistering inferno had come to my cave! I fought to get out of that awful minefield running through TNT and smoke clouds until I finally escaped. I flew west until my strength gave out, and then all went black. When I woke up, I was immobilized. I lay there for ten years, and then you came along."
"Then I took you in and hid you in this cave, and you still have yet to recover!" Fred said. "Au contraire my fellow carnivore. Afterall these years I feel that I am more than ready to try out my wings again. Then I'll have horrible vengeance on them. Come on Fred we're going on a trip." Corpsegrinder said struggling to rise. "YAY! AN ADVENTURE! GIVE ME A HUG!" "No I'm fine, I'm…ahh." Of all the things that Corpsegrinder hated, hugs from Fred had the box office crown. After five minutes of hugging Corpsegrinder asked the weasel, "Are you ready to go now?" "Oh, yes, ready to fly Captain!" he said climbing onto the dragon's back. The next thing they knew they were higher than a drug addict! Then Corpsegrinder's wings cramped up. "Maybe you should have stretched them first?" Fred said after the dramatic crash landing. "From now on I don't want to hear another word from you unless I ask for it."
To be continued…
