“Where’s my soup you pathetic wretch?” The old crone bellowed.

“Coming!” Called George adding a final ingredient.

He brought it to her and within seconds of gulping down the poisoned broth his mother-in-law was dead as a door post.

I’ve done it! He thought. I’ve finally slain the old dragon!

                                                 

Happy St. George’s day!

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