Over 2mb, near miss

Dragons make good stoves if you treat them fairly. One in the Carpathians gave me a warm winter in return for a bag of coal and a kind word. I roasted chestnuts on its nose. In spring it flew off, and my heating bills have been terrible since.

Mount Etna owed me a favor after I cleaned its throat. I went down with a long broom and a wet towel. Soot flew, sparks rained, and the mountain coughed up a lost Roman. Now it smokes only on Sundays, and the farmers below leave me lemons by the cart.

Geese fly south because I told them to. Before my day they wandered about in circles and froze. I drew a map on a barn door and gave a short lecture. They took careful notes. Every fall a few of them still honk my name as they pass over the house.

Yesterday my hat flew back after six years abroad. It had seen Peru. It smelled of llama, and it had a ticket stub in the band. I asked where it had been, but hats are shy about such things. I brushed it, forgave it, and wore it to church.

Wigs were in fashion at Versailles, and mine was the tallest. Swallows nested near the top. A.