ROBBED PART 1

“Princess, I heard you were robbed. How are you feeling?” Asked the Dragon Therapist.

“Sore. I didn’t stretch, but the cardio was great,” said the princess.

“Sore? Cardio?” The dragon therapist asked.

“Yeah, he snatched my crown. So I chased him down, took it from him, and almost beat him to death with it,” the princess said, stretching her arms. She mumbled, “Stupid bodyguard stopped me.”

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ROBBED PART 2

"I'm surprised you weren't armed," the dragon therapist said.

The princess sighed, "Daddy insists on patting me down before I can leave the castle."

"Not surprising, considering," the dragon therapist said. "But didn’t it damage your crown? Gold isn't very durable."

“Gold makes terrible weapons," the princess agreed. "That's why mine is made of steel," she grinned. "It makes for a surprise weapon."