For sentimental reasons-and because it is surely of interest even to the benighted inhabitants of that limbo once called (by one of Hollywood's lady dragons) the "non-celluloid world"-I would like to reproduce it here.
Even Drek Dragon got to dance with a slinky lady dragon, in their fashion, and she loved his perfume.
"A lady dragon," Ivy said with female intuition.
Here's to my lady dragon, the lovely Beryl.
Minerva, I think it was so stupid that it mistook the wagon for a lady dragon.
