Once upon a flame, a fire dragon lived in a cave, which had barely any room for it. The dragon, who was called Gary, had a fox wife called Paula. One day, she had had enough. She hated the cave and wanted to move.
“I had it up to here with your whining!” He shouted, “Just shut up!” Then he ‘accidentally’ sat on her.
Maybe she was right, it is a tiny bit cramped. He thought, so he burnt down every village big and small. Finally, he found a big cave to live in. It was a miracle. A home, finally a home.