...and said, "There is no way this is going to end well." Yet, they payed attention only to their instant attraction and ran off into the forest to...

Those need to be trained to not breath fire on the papers, you know.

Are you kidding? What better excuse is there than "My dragon burned your homework" to get out of grading them altogether? Who's going to argue with a dragon?

Are you kidding? What better excuse is there than "My dragon burned your homework" to get out of grading them altogether? Who's going to argue with a dragon?

You sound like the sort of person who would be taken in by fake paper-grading-dragon merchants. Sure, they tell you it's a paper-grading dragon, but it always burns the papers, so you never find out until it's too late that it can't grade for shit.

I have to go entertain the boys in my family. At least I got a nice long bubblebath today, so I can't complain.

...ran off into the forest to pick magic markers, red pens and gold stars from teachers' supply tree which grew amid...

...a tangle of rose-red thorn bushes. Then they ambled into the scary part of the forest to...

...which grew amid a money tree. And it wasn't just any old money tree! It was a money tree that helped fund special projects that the Princess felt worthy of the crisp $1,000 bills. "Tiaras and blankies for everyone!" the Princess exclaimed...

My dog and cat are in a standoff. They have not quite made friends yet, but we have them locked in the back half of the hosue together. The dog doesn't really care, but the cat is standing her ground and meowing her displeasure.

Oh fun!

Heh. It'll be more fun for the cat when she discovers those sharp things at the end of her fingers, and how sensitive a dog's nose is in relation to them. When I did the move-back-home-to-momma thing way back when I brought a cat into the household with me. Prior to that, Pachisi had been quite timid. She reacted to the presence of two other cats, and two German Shepherd-mix dogs by deciding she was The Ruler of the World. She would chase the Garfield-shaped cat up and down stairs, would smack the other cat to confine it to my mother's room (it was a feral cat they'd coaxed into the house, and it had just started coming out of the one room). One of the dogs was smart enough to comprehend the rules of cat-tag, and so made a much fitter partner than the fat cat. But if Pachisi was sitting in the middle of a walk-way, neither of the dogs would attempt to pass her. They both would whine for help until rescued by a human.

..."Time for breakfast!" and they ambled off in the general direction of pancakes.