There was a dragon who forgot how to breathe fire. As hard as he tried, he just couldn’t do it, only puffs of smoke would occasionally appear from his nose. Feeling defeated and useless, the dragon slumped through the forest, rather than taking to the air. A few minutes into his walk he came across an unusual sight, a mouse sword fighting a falcon. The dragon watched on with confusion and a hint of intrigue. Finally the mouse poked the falcon in the wing and the bird surrendered. The mouse bowed and graciously accepted his victory.
As the mouse walked away the dragon called out to him, “Excuse me little warrior, can you tell me your secret to success?”
The mouse turned around to face the dragon, looked up at him and replied, “You might see a little warrior, but that does not describe me, for I do not subscribe to your confined perceptions of what ‘little’ may be. I am larger than life because I am brave and virtuous. I am brave and virtuous because I give all my heart to bravery and virtue, and therefore I embody them.”
The dragon apologized for his demeanor, walked away and thought about what the mouse had told him. “If he gives his heart to bravery and virtue and becomes them, maybe if I give my heart to fire, I will become it.”
The dragon stopped and opened his heart to the fire, and he did indeed become the fire, but more than he intended. Within just a few seconds the dragon was a pile of ashes.
The moral of the story is don’t listen to sword fighting mice. They’re always full of bullshit.
The Endfire, Silliness, Stories, Sword-fighting mice, virtue