"Don't poke it!" he scolded his squire, seizing the lance from him."Why not, sir? I'm sure it's good and dead! You killed it proper!"
"Yes, I know it's dead but I don't want any more holes in its hide than there already are. You'll lower the value! There's a lot of money in dragon skin rugs!"
Just then the dragon's mate leapt out of the forest and ate them both. She cremated her love in dragon tradition, but according to his wishes donated his hide to a poor local family. Its profit fed them all for the winter.
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