Once upon a flame, a fire dragon lived in a rocky cave, which barely had room for it. The dragon, which was called Gary, had a Fox wife called Paula. One very normal day, Paula had enough of the cave and wanted to move.

“I have had enough of your whining!” he shouted and then he ‘accidentally’ sat on her.

Then he began to think to himself , ‘maybe she was right. It’s quite narrow and small in here.’ So every village he knew  he burnt and owned the whole of Britain…

‘Still too small,’ he thought as he watched the fire crackle.