Disclaimer: Of course I don't own the myths. What do I look like, a god?
Announcer: I am a notoriously slow writer, so don't flame if I take my sweet time updating.
There is a reason for the hatred of Golden Rams to humans. The reason?
They are foremost rams. Not gold.
Lots of people agreed with the King. Rams were meant to have wool, not precious metals. So we were told to run to the hills.
There was a dragon by the name of Ed who was to protect us. Hopefully. He was a big dragon. Really, really, squash-you-with-a-toenail big. His smoke-puffing mouth was bigger then the entire herd.
I nervously asked, "Are you Ed?"
The question was a time-waster. I knew, the herd knew, and, of course, Ed knew.
He let a stream of smoke trickle out of his mouth, which I took to be a 'yes.'
"Um..." I hadn't thought of what to say next. My time-waster had been wasted.
To my great relief, Ed cut in. "C'mon in, Goldies!" His voice was low and gravelly.
One by one, looking as relieved as I felt, my herd went into Ed's cave. I shouted a roll-call.
"Walter!"
"Here."
"Polly!"
"Here."
"Tara!"
"Eric!"
"Devon!"
"Lorraine!"
"Susan!"
"Ferris!"
"Carl!"
"Jonathan!"
Hannah, Morgan, Betty, Victoria, Kyle, Ollie, one by one, each checked in.
Except Eva.
"Eva? Eva? Where's —"
There was a ram that looked remarkably like Eva. The ram was quite pretty. But it was a normal ram.
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