A Tale of Two Brothers
The afternoon was warm and dry when Yidar ran into the forest, his bronze scales glistened in the orange sun as he leapt and glided through the trees. Finally free from his studies for the day and with no one around, Yidar growled at trees that took the form of his enemies, thrashing his tail, hurling sticks and rocks towards them he battled his way through the wood. A low hanging branch that jutted out from a tree trunk that – with the right imagination – was the perfect shape for a spear. Yidar ran towards it and tucked it just under his wing, with a howl and a performance worthy of an ancient tragic play, Yidar pretended to be impaled by the Tree. But like all the great heroes he read in his stories Yidar wasn’t going to give up that easy. He bit down on the branch and snapped it off, he kept up the act as he pulled the spear out of his wing and threw it back at the tree. He hopped on to a fallen log and with a raised of his head and unveiled wings he roared in triumph, victorious in his pretend battle.
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