Today is Thursday.
The shepherd and his wife trusted and loved their son so much that they accepted the dragon as their friends. The father often talked with the dragon and the mother sometimes made some meals for the monster who occasionally forgot to make dinner for making sonnets. And after that, the villagers knew the dragon, they even were proud of him. He was felt a feather in the cap of the village because not much village or not one village could have a dragon of their own. Although the villagers still wanted to exterminate the pest, the monster, no one was brave to take a spear or a sword to kill the dragon. Meanwhile the dragon enjoyed the sunsets with the boy, talking about old anecdotes, polishing his old verses while mediating on fresh ones. One day the boy noticed something strange was happening. He asked one of his friends of his age. He was told that St. George was coming to kill the dragon. The boy decided to convince the message by himself. He wriggled himself in between the legs of his good-natured elders, abusing them all the time for their unmannerly habit of shoving.
