"Whoa whao! Slow down there sunshine! A dragon? Where in gaia's name did you find one of those! Dragons are dangerous creatures. I know you have had a lot of pets in your day, but if you want to stay alive, here's some advice. Get rid of the egg before it hatches."<br/><br/>*CRASH*<br/><br/>"HOLY MOTHER OF GAIA'S GRANDMA!" Her father screamed like a little girl as the by now size of a small hill dragon fell onto their dining room table, effectively splitting it in half. "STAY BACK! You're not eating my FAMILY! Ya hear?"<br/><br/>"Relax... sorry about roof...floor...area?" The dragon growled out. This time it seemed he was able to be understood and was using english, if ever so simple terms. "No eat... family." he padded over to Meredith and nudged her with his nose. "Mistress." he said shortly before her father could recover.<br/><br/>THAT little phrase made her father faint. her mother smiled. "Maybe you two should go outside. I will wake your father and help him come to terms with this new 'pet' of yours." She smiled as she looked at the broken table. "I guess I'll go to the local woodsmith and order another table..."<br/><br/>The dragon in question settled for clearing the floor of food and ate all of it, upon finishing, he grew another few pounds.<br/><br/>*BUUUUUUURP*<br/><br/>"Sorry?" the dragon growled.