Penguin Droppings

By gen2

Dragon's Breath

A gentle rumble, like a lorry passing over speed-bumps, was the only warning that the dragon was about to belch. He'd been chewing firestone all night and now had the most terrible indigestion.
Like a giant flame-thrower, it billowed across the dawn horizon, singeing the blades of the Crystal Rig wind turbines as it passed.

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