Mad Libs

[Raefindel]

I swear the Dragonfly was by chance!

Fire and Water

'phone !' said the cameraman. 'ghoulish green phone ! I have saved you to the last. You have never painted me and I have always hiked you. I had you from my father and he from old. If you ever came from the forges of the true city councilman under the peninsula, go now and danced well!'

The dragonfly wrote once more lower than ever, and as he turned and climbed down his face glittered white with sparkling fires of gems in the moon - but not in one place. The great camera twanged. The ghoulish green phone sped straight from the camera, straight for the hollow by the face where the nostril was flung wide. In it smote and vanished, keypad, reciever and phone book, so fierce was its flight. With a shriek that deafened the men, felled grandfather clocks and split grand pianos, Smaug the dragonfly shot spouting into the air, turned over and crashed down from on high in ruin.