The Hungry Dragon, a fairytale

Its a fairytale, just like the folklore we all grew up listening to, when the hare was nothing short of a terrorist, expertly executing cunning antics that brought even the mightiest of all animals (which I personally think is the wasp and all who have been stung by one will strongly agree) to its knees.

Once upon a time there lived a wise, kind and caring king who ruled over his people with grace and charm. He was handsome and tall, majestic in every imaginable way, with a smile that melted many a lady’s heart. Even I, the Wise Old Man, wouldn’t have been fit to even untie his shoelaces.

The nation he ruled over was united under him. So united that they located a place where they stored their wealth together. Everyone would go to that cave and contribute according to his wealth. Young, old, rich, poor, proud, humble, everyone faithfully went to that cave to add to the country’s wealth. Honesty and trust was abundant, peace was abundant.

Then one fateful day a huge monster appeared from the skies. It had numerous horns on its slimy, green head and its body was covered with scales.

Its eyes were huge and blood-red and when it exhaled, a cloud of smoke whooshed out of its monstrous nostrils. Everyone looked up, horrified, as the beast slowly descended until finally it nested right on top of the money cave.

Legal eagles were quickly sent to the monster to argue for the nation but they were burnt down by balls of flame from its mouth. They tried and tried to no avail and after several weeks they tired. All the while the beast would dip its horrendous claws into the people’s money and throw gallons of it into its mouth in a show of gluttony never seen in this tiny kingdom before.

Then, out of despair, the men and women, all citizens of the country, waged war on the beast. Armed with knobkerries and stones, they attacked.

The ugly beast was not to be outdone. They were soon met with a hail of rubber bullets fired from the alien’s nostrils.

This was accompanied by a cloud of tear gas which it blew from its ears. Men and women fell and holes were drilled in their flesh.

They choked and screamed and cried and begged, but the massacre didn’t stop. Batons attached to its wings smashed their skulls open while snapping ribs and breaking bones at the same time. It would use its long dirty claws to shatter the sinews of those in the front line.

Now, as the number of warriors dwindled and everyone panicked, it flapped its ghastly wings and flew up into the sky wearing a gruesome grin on its green ghastly face.

 It was preparing for its last and most devastating attack. The grand finale. Then the Mighty King stepped out of his palace and it saw him. It froze in mid air, shaking with fear. You see, the beast was very afraid of the King; however, it had been paying those who advise the King on current issues not to tell him of its devilish presence. The King was perplexed as he looked around to see so much devastation.

The King then summoned the nation to his cattle byre. The monster flapped its wings clumsily now, wondering what its fate would be.

It’s late now, please hand me my pipe. I want to go and hear first-hand what my King, His Majesty King Mswati III, is going to say at the cattle byre.

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