I waz at da fireworks, minding me own business and enjoying the faboo things when suddenly dez mechanical crabs comez out of nowhere and starts chomping on me feet!
I iz breathing fire and whuffling and shuffling and dez iz not stopping!
Finally something happened, a man doez something and dez goes away…
*huffs*
I needz to refuel. Diz is scary stuff.
*heads for nearest pastry shop*
Eep!
Eep, indeed! I’m glad you’re safe!
Gasp !!!!!
Did the crabs actually listen to Jason ???
no it couldn’t be ..
Poor little dragon…
*sends a jar of cookies to Sheryl*
Just so you don’t worry, I encountered NO crabs on my post-fireworks walk up in the north end of the city. *grumbles, and sets aside the bucket of drawn butter and fork*
Not sure what brass clockwork and bits of analytical engine taste like with drawn butter, but to each their own!
Mmmm. Crunchy. With my minimum daily mineral requirements!