Journalists are clustered around the farm and the photos go around the world:

CARNAGE IN THE MOUNTAINS / 10 DEAD IN A VILLAGE IN THE ARDENNES / THE ANGER OF THE DRAGON: 10 DEAD / THE BEAST HAS WOKEN UP / THE BEAST HAS PROTECTED THE BEAUTY / THE BEAST IS BROODING WITH THE POLICE!

(photo of me warming up the 2 sleeping policemen!)

Nonsense! Wolf shouts! Always the same thing with these rags.

Any news on the identity of the mercenaries? Officer: Yes, it seems that they work for a "dark water" type paramilitary agency financially supported by states but never officially recognized or involved. The helicopter arrived by container in Europe from the United States.

Probably an intelligence agency or paid by a laboratory. Real professionals according to Interpol. They decided that there would be no witnesses and in the helicopter there was material for the capture and transport of our friend who defended himself. In this case it was self-defense and he has nothing to reproach himself for. There is not even disproportionality in terms of the means used. The weapons were all with explosive ammunition for big game and powerful poisons to drug him. His friend was very lucky. It is a miracle that the bullets were stopped by his scales to protect her.

His scales are also very strong, which saved his life.

Yes, I'm going to make a statement to the press to clear him and let them go. But surveillance will be necessary because I'm sure they'll come back, even stronger!

Press: LEGITIME DEFENSE: The Red Dragon, Mr. Grham, defended himself valiantly at the risk of his life and put himself in shield to save his companion Sylvie. They are expected to be married soon. The assailants were armed with weapons of war with large caliber ammunition. They probably had to kidnap the dragon and leave no witnesses.

Live report: Mr. Victor Grham, what do you have to say?

I am devastated by the loss of two dear friends. We had a great time together. I think of the family and the widow and the 2 orphans that Jean-Marie leaves behind and his poor mother who is all alone now. I am also very sad for Angèle, my neighbor who was so cowardly executed. I think of her children and grandchildren.

My house is damaged but I don't care, I will fix it! I have nothing more to say!

So I go back to my gutted farmhouse and go back to the hole that joins the old vault cellar. It is very cold and yet I am not cold.

I remove the carcass of the helicopter by hand, paw and I am surprised by my strength. I scrape the snow that came in through the roof and I find a way to make all this mess go away: I hold on to the beams and I flap my wings violently, in an instant all the snow is gone. and I find the ground with burn marks. I fix the holes between the beams with metal sheets and a big nailer and I have a temporary roof. The door and the wall are ruined but the sheets work miracles.

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To insulate from the cold, I bought blocks of hay from a neighboring farm and piled them up to the ceiling as a wall and fixed them with boards and the nailer.

Now the problem of cold is solved and all that is left to do is to throw away what is destroyed. The barn needs to be redone but the work can only start in February or March when it will no longer freeze. So it looks like a Christmas crib but by then Sylvie will have a new sofa and we will be able to spend our nights together.

Then came the funeral which was very moving. The journalists stayed away to respect the intimacy. I donned a black cape and black gaiters on my legs as well as a black sheath for my tail. I followed the procession last so as not to disturb the funeral march. The widow collapsed in tears and threw herself on top of me to embrace me with sadness. The poor woman needed comfort. Sylvie and I took care to help them and take care of their animals.

People and Paris-Math type newspapers shared the funeral of what was considered a terrorist act. There are pictures of a dragon who runs a farm and feeds the animals. The cows are particularly obedient to the sight of my hungry jaws.

The work, facilities and insurance that are dragging on because of the exceptionality of the disaster (they don't cover terrorist acts) lead me to dig a hole in the budget. Sylvie's salary is no longer sufficient. My appetite increases with my height and I am always salivating thinking about the next meal. L

The economical solution would be to eat dog pellets.....

Shit, I'm a dragon! What (did I say that???)

I get scared, because I realize that I am becoming more and more how can I say, not really angry, but over-excited, boorish and a bit like the soldiers, OUT OF THERE!

But I don't know if it's the hormones but Sylvie is more and more excited about me and would like to try the EXPERIENCE.... But Sylvie, I don't disgust you? with my scales and my wings?

Sylvie: No, on the contrary, I feel protected by you and you are my beloved dragon. And I'm jealous because I think that you're not getting older and that you'll have lots of other girlfriends and that you'll outlive me.

Don't say that, it's sad and our financial situation makes me feel bad.

I'm going to try to work as a ranger and do some hunting. I love raw meat. I didn't dare to tell you but my tastes are changing. I love the cooking you do but I have hunting instincts that come up and I need to know if it's dangerous for you first and for us afterwards.

Sylvie turned off the light and I took all my precautions not to damage with my claws the beautiful and tender body of my darling.

She screamed with pleasure and vanished between my paws.

There was hay everywhere and the barn looked like a Christmas crib.

It wasn't the cries of little Jesus at Christmas but Sylvie's moans that could be heard outside. I roared and the lamps from the neighbouring farms came on.

The next day, at the village market, small smiles were marked on the faces of the neighbors we met.

The following week, I began my work as a forest ranger. It was a really cool job.

I didn't have to go down and up the slopes all the time to spot sick trees, I would fly over and see in ultraviolet if they were photosynthesizing. The contrast was edifying.

Then I'd take a go pro camera and do the work of 10 employees by myself.

The part that interested me was to start hunting. I had never hunted before and for me it was very exciting.