A Dragon Who Wears a Wig

Here’s a little short story
about a dragon who wears a wig.
He lives in the north of Romania
and his name is Abelzig.

As a young little dragon
he had a cute little orange head of curls.
For this particular type of dragon
hair is normal for both the boys and the girls.

One day Abelzig was playing
and accidentally set fire to a tree.
It is normal for dragons to play this way
and believe me, it is really quite something to see.

For reasons that are not truly clear at all,
he tried to blow the fire out.
You can only imagine that for a dragon
this is not a very smart route.

The fire got ever larger,
all around it danced and flashed.
An ember flew down onto Abelzig’s head.
In one quick instant, those curls turned to ash.

Of course now he looked different.
He was the only one with a bald head.
And yes, the others did tease him,
but that was not the thing that brought dread.

These mountains in Romania
are unusually bitterly cold.
The dragons have hair on their heads
so inside their heat they can hold.

But now Abelzig had none.
This was really a fairly large problem.
With no heat there is no fire
and then he would be more like a goblin.

All the dragons conferred together,
How to keep Abelzig’s head warm?
In those dragons’ heads now
an idea begins to take form.

In this part of the mountains
also lives a band of old gypsies.
One night a long time ago
a gypsy man was wandering around, quite tipsy.

He encountered one of the dragons
and he said some quite stupid things.
The dragon was going to burn him up
but just then his wife into the picture, she springs.

She was a wise old gypsy
and understood quite well
that dragons can be reasoned with
and so she began to weave her spell.

“This old man is worthless,
a silly one, as you have seen.
There is no reason to waste your breath.
Save it for something more mean.”

“But I understand a trade must be made
and here is my offer to you.
I believe there will come a time
when you won’t know what to do.”

“When that time is upon you,
you can call on me in my hut.
I will solve the problem for you,
there will be no ifs, ands, or buts.”

And so those dragons remembered
the old gypsy’s agreed upon trade
and three, along with Abelzig,
made their way to her hut in the glade.

The old gypsy woman was out gathering wood
and looked up to see
a bald headed dragon upon her
and right away she knew this was the fee.

She told those dragons to wait
and she scuttled inside to begin.
Somehow she knew just what to do
we have to assume somehow fate has stepped in.

She had bundles of fur and wool.
She worked at binding it all with thread.
When she was done she had made a wig,
a wig sized exactly to cover a dragon’s head.

She came and handed the wig over,
it was really quite tidy and neat.
Abelzig put it on his head
and right away he began to build heat.

It is something rather funny
for you to consider here, as we close:
why not just make Abelzig a hat?
Not nearly as fun I suppose.