Disclaimer: I don't own the dragon, Shrek, Fiona, Donkey, Bolero, Moulin
Rouge, Fellowship of the Ring or anything else mentioned in this story.
Except the name Priscilla.
The Girl Dragon: A Life with the Princess
The Girl Dragon. That was how she was known. No one bothered giving her a name. She was just the Girl Dragon. In fact, that was probably how it all started. For the sake of the story, we shall name her Priscilla. Now Priscilla was a very lovely dragon. She was a purple-ish pink color with lovely sparkling white teeth. Priscilla took a lot of time on those teeth, they would most likely be the only thing anyone saw of her, so, she wanted them to at least know she had good dental hygiene. She lived alone in a beautiful white castle with towers and stairs that went up and down and all around the castle and it was a beautiful castle. Then, all of the sudden, a volcano erupted under her. And for long hours Priscilla would think of how silly she had been putting a castle on a mountain like that, but that was not what the problem was. The problem was that she now was left in charge of a bouncing baby girl. Literally bouncing because they had hooked one of those things up in the doorway. The things where the babies can sit and bounce around and not get anywhere for mischief. Fiona was her name. Biting was her game. Of course, she doesn't quite know where the baby came from.
It had been a dark and relatively clear, starry night. Priscilla had been in her room listening to 'Bolero' on her Moulin Rouge soundtrack. Classical music was her favorite. In an odd twist of fate there came a loud screaming from outside her door. That was where she discovered a very ugly Ogre baby. On that Ogre baby was a note which read 'By day one way, by night another. Sincerely, The Evil Sorceress' . That was how it began. Now Priscilla had to learn how to change diapers. Sure, she had learned about it in baby- napping class, but it's one of those things you never really learn to do until you absolutely have too. So, with an extra large clothespin stuck to her nose, she changed it... then picked up the baby in her claws and rocked her to sleep to the soft sound of her 'Fellowship of the Ring' soundtrack.
From then on, life with the human-by-day-Ogre-by-night baby became routine and the Girl Dragon became very found and motherly to her. They played games and had their weekly poker-nights. Sometimes Priscilla would let her stay up to watch Late Night, with Conan O'Brien. They enjoyed each others company. Then... they got into a fight. It was a horrendous affair which involved someone stealing the cookies from the cookie jar. Priscilla had been sleeping it off when there came a donkey walking into her house. HER HOUSE! It was probably another one of those real estate agents. They came around talking incessantly,
"My what a lovely house you have! Such marvelous stairs. And that tower! A bit on the hot side... maybe you would like to move? I'm with Joe's Real Esta-"
That was where she either ate the salesman or toasted them. The next thing she knew, the Donkey was talking to her and telling her what lovely teeth she had. She was speechless. No one ever told her that. She never gave them time. But this donkey... he was... so... wonderful. Then next thing she knew there was an Ogre coming and trapping her and... oh it was horrible. Priscilla had never felt so bad before. She had lost the Princess and what might have been her one-true-love. And that was the end of that...
Rouge, Fellowship of the Ring or anything else mentioned in this story.
Except the name Priscilla.
The Girl Dragon: A Life with the Princess
The Girl Dragon. That was how she was known. No one bothered giving her a name. She was just the Girl Dragon. In fact, that was probably how it all started. For the sake of the story, we shall name her Priscilla. Now Priscilla was a very lovely dragon. She was a purple-ish pink color with lovely sparkling white teeth. Priscilla took a lot of time on those teeth, they would most likely be the only thing anyone saw of her, so, she wanted them to at least know she had good dental hygiene. She lived alone in a beautiful white castle with towers and stairs that went up and down and all around the castle and it was a beautiful castle. Then, all of the sudden, a volcano erupted under her. And for long hours Priscilla would think of how silly she had been putting a castle on a mountain like that, but that was not what the problem was. The problem was that she now was left in charge of a bouncing baby girl. Literally bouncing because they had hooked one of those things up in the doorway. The things where the babies can sit and bounce around and not get anywhere for mischief. Fiona was her name. Biting was her game. Of course, she doesn't quite know where the baby came from.
It had been a dark and relatively clear, starry night. Priscilla had been in her room listening to 'Bolero' on her Moulin Rouge soundtrack. Classical music was her favorite. In an odd twist of fate there came a loud screaming from outside her door. That was where she discovered a very ugly Ogre baby. On that Ogre baby was a note which read 'By day one way, by night another. Sincerely, The Evil Sorceress' . That was how it began. Now Priscilla had to learn how to change diapers. Sure, she had learned about it in baby- napping class, but it's one of those things you never really learn to do until you absolutely have too. So, with an extra large clothespin stuck to her nose, she changed it... then picked up the baby in her claws and rocked her to sleep to the soft sound of her 'Fellowship of the Ring' soundtrack.
From then on, life with the human-by-day-Ogre-by-night baby became routine and the Girl Dragon became very found and motherly to her. They played games and had their weekly poker-nights. Sometimes Priscilla would let her stay up to watch Late Night, with Conan O'Brien. They enjoyed each others company. Then... they got into a fight. It was a horrendous affair which involved someone stealing the cookies from the cookie jar. Priscilla had been sleeping it off when there came a donkey walking into her house. HER HOUSE! It was probably another one of those real estate agents. They came around talking incessantly,
"My what a lovely house you have! Such marvelous stairs. And that tower! A bit on the hot side... maybe you would like to move? I'm with Joe's Real Esta-"
That was where she either ate the salesman or toasted them. The next thing she knew, the Donkey was talking to her and telling her what lovely teeth she had. She was speechless. No one ever told her that. She never gave them time. But this donkey... he was... so... wonderful. Then next thing she knew there was an Ogre coming and trapping her and... oh it was horrible. Priscilla had never felt so bad before. She had lost the Princess and what might have been her one-true-love. And that was the end of that...