I am in my one-bedroom cabin with my best friend. “It’s nice and quiet here but this little fellow—“ Orville swoops down from the rafters and perches on my shoulder “—means I usually wake up shaped like a pretzel.”

My friend says what everyone says. “He’s small, why don’t you just move him?” Orville is about the size of a chihuahua.

“Dragons fly using antigravity. He’s graceful now, but when he’s asleep, he has a deadweight of forty kilograms.”


Story inspired by this little guy. (Image CW: pet eye contact)

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