If The Dragon Will Not Go To The Mushroom, The Mushroom Will Go To The Dragon
Hokay. So. To recap from the start very quickly:
We put some gold in the dragon’s mouth, it fell out, we found a tiny umbrella, we put the gold back in with the umbrella, it rained but the gold stayed dry, we maid a sign and stuck the gold on it, a neighbor brought a blingy dragon grill, it was awesome, someone stole it, we suspect Dean and/or a disapproving rabbit after finding broken glasses and a carrot, the cops were no help, we found magic keys then tried to make our own, the dragon may be mad about that, something was hidden in the park and we found dragon armor, then someone named L.F. Gruthernaby left a poem and a mushroom for the dragon.
Got it?
I had thought it was going to be a weird day yesterday when we saw some pigeons hanging out on the corner working on some sort of crazy technology that they wouldn’t tell us about. Any idea what it is? Does it look like it involves time travel?
But check this out from last night, it’s weirder than pigeon technologists. Even though our intrepid commenters (***) identified the mushroom gift as edible portobello we were being cautious before feeding it to the dragon. We had it tucked away on top of the fridge, but suddenly, some time during the night, it escape and ran to the dragon and into its mouth of its own accord. Check it out:
Near as we can tell it has expanded the dragon’s perception of the city so that everything, organic or inanimate, is alive and with identity, and he can see pasts back to the very start of San Francisco and futures to its very end.
It may take a little time to coax it all out, but we will report on what it says it sees.
To be continued, and thanks for playing along…
