You delay the end of the story by five minutes.

"W-wait!" You begin to plead. The dragon pauses to listen to what very well could be your final request. "As large as I am I would never feed five baby dragons for very long. I would probably make a meal at best. I-I could help you get more food for them!"

The dragon grins at you, it is not a pleasant smile. "I'm sure you can wolf and I think I have a way for you to help out."

A few weeks later you find yourself in a small corner in the back of the cave eating the last scraps out of a bowl of stew. In total agreement that you would barely make a meal for five hungry hatchlings the dragon has decided to fatten you up until you do make a decent meal for five hungry hatchlings.

The dragon comes to take away your empty food dish and replaces it with another. You look at the bowl of food and feel rather sick. Over the course of time you have grown so plump your feet can not even touch the ground, even when walking on your hind legs.

"Eat up Wolfy." The dragon says kindly as she looks you over. "We wouldn't want you to lose weight." She laughs as she walks out.

At the very least you have stalled your fate...even if only for a few more days. You resolve yourself to use this time to...

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