"Ahhhhhh!" I screamed hoarsely, barely able to look, as the dragon slowly stirred. The giant sun was an orange leaking its juice into the sky and all over the dragon, which had a horrible slime green back with gruesome purple spots dotted here and there. "So it isn't dead then!" I muttered to no one in particular, while trying not to sound to terrified. Surprisingly, all of a sudden, the dragon raised a clammy hand and cheerfully mumbled: "Hello. May I ask what is your name?" I was absolutely speechless with amazement. A million thoughts whizzed through my head. Dragons can't talk-can they?