In my house lives a dragon who works for my mum. She, the dragon, looks after the children (me and my brother and sister), she cleans and she cooks. Very useful. On this particular ghastly occasion the dragon, Margret, was cooking porridge for our pet Medusa (she only eats porridge).
The dragon slowly stirred the thick gloopy mixture when suddenly a scorching, hot drop of the mix flew from the pan onto her tail with a piercing wail she flung her tail across the room Knocking over every thing in sight including the porridge. What a big ugly messy mess!