The men approached his farmhouse, and George noticed their garb, the red sash that indicated their status as dragon hunters. He began to have second thoughts about keeping this dragon safe. It wasn't safe, and though his wife would be mad at him, he made his choice.
"Hail," the apparent leader of the dragon hunters said. "We seek the foul monster to slay. Pray, tell me where he went."
George closed his eyes and prayed for forgiveness. "It's in the barn." As he said his words, he imagined the pained eyes of the dragon laying on his property. He regretted his words of condemnation. To his surprise, he heard laughter. He looked up at the hunters, confused.
"Please, do not jest with us, we must move quickly," the leader said, annoyed at his men's mirth.
A second chance, the man thought to himself. "Ah, of course, I'm so sorry to misleed you. I saw him take to that mountain," George said, pointing to a faraway peak.
"Thank you, good citizen," the leader said, as the band of men got on their horses and raced for the mountain.
As the men left, George called out his wife and children.
"Daddy, what are we going to do?" Lily asked, as George thoughtfully considered his options.
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