Today is Wednesday.
One day the shepherd came home, shivering and being frightened. He told his wife and their son he found a dragon in a cave up the hill. His wife was scared too, but his son wasn't. He closed the book he was reading calmly and told his father that he had told them there must have been a dragon in the cave because he knew that. He would go to have a look. On next day, the son went to the cave himself and saw the dragon. He talked with the dragon. The dragon wasn't like other dragons. He didn't like rampaging, skirmishing, scouring the desert sand, pacing the margin of the sea, chasing knights all over the place nor devouring damsels. He just liked making up poetry-verses. He would like to listen other people's poems. The son told the dragon that he should know the fact that he was a dragon who would frighten humans and if he was found by people, they would come after with the spears and swords. The dragon didn't believe human races would regard him as a scourge, and a pest, and a baneful monster.
