Today is Tuesday.
The dragon charged with a roar and squeal, -a great blue whirling combination of coils and snorts and clashing jaws and spikes and fire. The first round was over, no one was hurt, but the crowd was very excited about the fierce fight. The dragon was a good actor. He perfectly did like a real dragon. He was employing the interval in giving a ramping-performance for the benefit of the crowd. The scond round was more violent than the first one and the Saint successfully stabbed the dragon's throat, of course from the view of audiences' location. The dragon fell down on the swart, winking his eye to the boy to show his safety. The saint told the villagers that he would talk to the dragon and change his personality. They went down to the village and took some refreshment. Then the saint made a speech to the villagers. He told them that he had removed their direful scourge and the dragon had been thinking over things and he wouldn't do harm to them and if they were good for him, he would like to settle down there.
