text: I was cleaning out some old boxes today and found my notebook from jr. high English class. This short story was the best thing in it. Please note, original jr. high errors have been faithfully transcribed. It also looks like I was going through a comma stage: There once lived a mean king named Cygnon. All the towns people were his slaves. He forced them to work on his plantation for almost nothing. What little they got was taxed. Every day people thought of ways to overthrow him. His castle was virtually indestructible. No battering ram could smash its walls, and no one could tunnel under the moat, which was filled with deadly serpents. There was however, one thing that no one could protect you from. Outside the town lived a huge green Firebreathing dragon. Every time the huge beast walked, the earth trembled. How could they lure the dragon to the castle? Theres only one way, they thought, and that's to find out what it eats. So, one night, as the dragon slept, they went to the valley where it slept, and right away, it was evident that this dragon was very fond of young pine trees and people. It was a good thing the dragon didn't wake up. The townspeople filled their pockets with pine cones. Later they got out the seeds and planted pines all over the town, especially around the castle. One man, who experimented with alchemy in his spare time, came up with something that made them grow very quickly. Then, one day, it happened. The earth trembled, the castle shook. The king, halving never seen a dragon came out to look, not knowing better. With one mighty step, the dragon flattened the castle and the king. It ate the pine trees. The people knew well enough to get out of the way. When they came back, they rebuilt their houses out of oak and lived happily ever after. edit -- one letter.