100wc- The Dragon Slowly Stirred.
The dragon slept on. He had shiny, gleaming scales like stars in the sky. The cavern he lived in was a gigantic one; a flat roof, curved walls and a cluster of big, black boulders for a bed. Zzzzzz. The dragon was still asleep.
George wasted no time for time was as precious as a diamond. The brave night bounded lightly towards the sleeping dragon. Zzzzz. Good, he was still asleep. George slowly drew out his sword silently as one would do to a dynamite. He tiptoed towards the heaving dragon like a cautious child advancing on an eagle.
Zzzzz-growl. The dragon was in a lighter sleep.