A Fat Scaily Nursemaid

In the middle of the night you feel a sudden urge. "Roger!" you call.

"What?" replies the dragon, waking up.

"Get off me! I need to go!"

"Not until the curse lifts, Indy.."

"No, no, no!" you reply desperately "After all that food, I need to do a great big POO!!!"

"Oh.." replies Roger, getting off you. You crawl behind a bush and do a massive dump! Roger incinerates and buries it, but then you start binging yourself on grass again. "The curse still hasn't worn off!" sighs the dragon "I'll have to sit on you again."

And so Roger sits on you throughout the next day, except when you do need to eat, when he lets you have enough grass, when you need to drink, when he carries you to a stream and holds you over the water while you lap it up, and of course when you do your buisness. 98% of the time though you remain pinned under the bloated dragon's butt, and as day turns to night and back again you wonder if the curse will ever lift - or if you'll be stuck under Roger the rest of your life...

Written by an anonymous author

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