Harey Business

“Now see here, Glandor! I will not be threatened by an overgrown lizard even if you do have six-inch claws,” said Winslow the wizard.

“Lizard! I should eat you for that insult, but I need your help,” said the dragon.

“Well, all you had to do was ask. Next time, leave the theatrics at home,” remarked the rabbit.

Glandor’s mate was in labor with their first wyrmling. She was in great pain. So, of course, she took it out on her partner.

“Please, Winslow,” pleaded Glandore. “If you don’t give her something to calm her down, there’ll be nothing left of me to greet the baby.”

Winslow felt sorry for the Drake. The wizard knew the dragon for a century and thought he was a good egg.

“I will see what I can whip up. Drink this. It will calm your nerves,” the wizard said, handing the dragon a cup of dark liquid.

Inside his tree, Winslow ground herbs and cooked roots to make a mild sedative for the mother.

“Mix this with berry tea and have her drink it warm. It should ease the dragoness’s discomfort until the baby is born,” explained Winslow.

“I can’t thank you enough. Please forgive me for my rude behavior earlier,” said the Drake.

“Don’t mention it. I am well aware of the stress both of you are under. Now hurry home before your mate takes an inch off your hide,” tease the wizard.

“It will be good to have a little puffer flying about. I hope the tike doesn’t burn the woods down like his father did,” said Winslow with a wry smile.

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