Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Death by Dragon

PLEASE put this on your status if you know someone or are related to someone who has been eaten by dragons. Dragons are nearly unstoppable, and in case you didn't know, they can breathe fire. 93% of people won't copy and paste this, because they have already been eaten by dragons. 6% of people are sitting in the shower, armed with fire extinguishers. The remaining 1% are awesome, and will re-post this. Will you?


            “Yes, Vicki?”

            “Were any of our ancestors eaten by dragons?”

            “mmm. That’s a hard one. I don’t think so. Your great-great-grandfather was hung for stealing a horse, though. Does that count?”

            I considered it thoughtfully. “No, it’s not really the same, is it?”

            “I guess not. I don’t think I know anyone who was eaten by a dragon.”

            “How about that St. George dude?”
            “Of course. He’s the Patron Saint of England. But I think he’s supposed to have killed that dragon.”

            “All that happened a long time ago. Do you think the dragon might have eaten one of our ancestors before St. George killed him?”

            “It certainly is possible,” Mom answered. “I don’t think we can trace our lineage back that far to prove it, though.”

            “I guess not. But we don’t really have to, do we?”

            “What do you mean?”

            “If great-great-and-so-on-grandmother Elsa was eaten by a dragon in 250 A.D. – after bearing a passel of children, of course – that would be a pretty good story, wouldn’t it?”

            “Yes….” Mom paused for a moment, “You do know that Elsa is the name that was given to the eldest daughter on the York side for generations back in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries.”

            “No, really? How come you didn’t name me Elsa?”

            “It was too old-fashioned. Besides, I didn’t want you to be eaten by a dragon.”

            “Good thinking, Mom. It sounds like a nasty way to go.”

            “It’s my job as your mother to protect you from dragons. I wouldn’t want you to end up like poor Elsa.”

            “I appreciate that, Mom. You’re awesome.”

            “It’s the least I could do,” Mom answered modestly. “Really.”

Many thanks to Donna Bentley for her provocative, thought-provoking FB status this morning. Death by dragon is a serious problem that deserves to be brought to the attention of the public.

The Telegraph (U.K.) published a wonderful article today called “By George, It’s Time to Raise the Flag” about St. George’s place in modern British culture. Here’s the link:


  1. No dragon deaths here, but maybe in the same alternate universe where there is a Ralston-DeVries company. Bagged animal feed will never sell, you know...

  2. and......may your house be safe from tigers!

  3. I don't know what our great-grandparents were thinking. Someone has to provide bagged animal food for the dragons and tigers! lol