Look, a sheep running. This should be my midday snack in a while.
Recently a funny fellow arrived; he was wholly cased in metal. He sputtered big words and waved a pointy thing in front of my nose. Of course I breathed a little hot air at him, you can't put up with everything, you know. He fell down at once. These humans are just too delicate. Well, peeling him was rather cumbersome, but I have to keep this recipe - exquisit!
I do worry a bit about my further supply with treasure. I heard the dwarven mines are nearly spent. Very disturbing. This disgusting red dragon from the neighbouring mountains might at last get the better of me. He already rubs it in how oh so terrific he is. Sigh. If it's really true I'll have to fly to the coast and have a look-out for ships. Would really be a nuisance. Well, it's only a rumour so far.
So, now I'm getting hungry. Let's see where my midday meal has run to.
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