True Fiction — #2 A short Novella Series by Uvebruce

Once Upon a Time, Nyarle, My Pet Dragon, Would Not Share “Flaming Baked Alaska” With Me

And his tail does not fit on the naughty step anymore.

Nyarle taking a bath — Photo by Ryan Moulton on Unsplash

You would think that enjoying a Baked Alaska in the sunshine on a work day would be a pleasant experience, and you’d be right for thinking this. But not when your dining companion is a Dragon. Dragons can be extremely unwieldy.

Nyarle says the entire Baked Alaska is his, on account he provided the fire for the flambé process, so technically it’s his ‘show’. This is true, he did use his fire-blowing fat gob to light the flambé, but only on the 13th attempt. He incinerated the previous 12. Luckily I did a baker’s dozen.

And we all know that ice cream and flame don’t go well together, which I tried to explain, and he just said “I know already” … like any hormonal teenager, and then proceeded to still use too much flame, the total show-off … melty Baked Alaska is not pleasant. It’s all in the name — Baked, not melty! Cheese works well when melty. But Dragons do not like cheese.

You do not want to be underneath a Dragon Pooping after a meal containing cheese. The GANZU mudslide of 2010 was not all mud, that is all I am saying.