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Peasent and the Dragon
0ne day, a dragon who
was flying back home
was caught in a violent
storm. The wind howled
and the rain came down with
such force that even the sturdiest
oak trees were uprooted and
blown down like straw. Despite
his great size, the dragon was
buffeted in all directions and in
the end he lost his way in the
dark. In vain he tried and tried
again to rise above the storm,
battling with all his strength
against the elements, but at last,
overcome with weariness, he fell
exhausted to the ground.
While he lay unconscious in the
mud, a peasant who lived in a
humble shack nearby walked
past.
On catching sight of the monster,
who lay so still that he looked
dead, the man, whose name was
Lucas, felt sorry for him. He
approached the inert body and
saw that the dragon was still
alive. With the help of his horse
he moved the dragon to an
outhouse which served as a
barn. Then he made the dragon
comfortable and cover him with
a patched blanket, and ran into
the house to ask his wife to
prepare some hot food. She was
apprehensive.
"You are mad if you want to give
food and shelter to such a beast.
You would do better to kill him
and then the king will give us a
reward for his skin."
"Quiet, woman," retorted Lucas.
"The dragon is weak and ill, and
it is not Christian to deny help to
the ailing, of whatever race they
belong to."
"Don't be stupid!" exclaimed his
wife. "This creature is not a
Christian, nor is he a man. He will
eat you the minute he is better."
Taking no notice of his wife's
warning, the peasant devoted
himself to feeding and caring for
the animal. As a result of his
efforts, the dragon soon
recovered and thanked the
peasant for saving him.
"There is nothing to thank me
for," replied the good man. "We
are all God's creatures."
"Even so, many men in your
position would have killed me
and sold my skin, which is very
valuable."
"Any man who takes advantage
of the fallen must be very evil.
Such behaviour does not befit a
knight", replied the peasant.
On hearing her husband's
words, the wife, who was
listening at the door, began to
laugh.
"Look at this fool, giving himself
the airs of a knight when he is a
pauper!" she exclaimed from her
hiding place. "You won't speak
like that when the tax collectors
come and take away our horse
because we haven't paid our
taxes."
"It is honor not wealth that
makes a man a knight," replied
the worthy Lucas in a low voice.
However, the dragon heard the
conversation, and, noting the
peasant's poverty, offered him a
reward for his trouble.
"I could not refuse anything in
gold, because the tax collector is
comming soon and I have
nothing to pay him with. But that
is not why I helped you, friend,"
said the man.
"I know, but now that I am
strong enough to fly home, come
to my cave and choose anything
you wish. Lucas climbed
fearlessly onto the dragon's back,
but his wife begged him not to
trust the dragon.
"When you are in the middle of
the forest, he will eat you," she
groaned, "and I will be left
alone."
The dragon bore the peasant to
his cave and there he entertained
him for three days. When the
time came for him to return
home, the animal loaded a huge
sack of gold and precious stones
on his back as a gift, and carried
Lucas back to his shack.
"Come and see me whenever you
are hard up," he said on parting.
Lucas found his wife sad and
dressed in mourning, for she
believed he was dead. With the
dragon's gifts the couple were
able to buy a beautiful farm with
many animals, but the wife
started becoming extravagant,
and one day she said to her
husband:
"If we had a little more money,
we would be able to buy good
land and employ others to work
on it, and then when we have a
son he will be able to be a knight.
Why don't you ask the dragon
for a little more gold?" Lucas
refused, but in the end he gave
in and when to see the dragon.
The creature thought it was a
sound idea, and was delighted to
be able to help his friend once
more. But then hardly a year
went by and the wife insisted:
"If we could buy a castle and
some villages, we would become
counts." Lucas, tired of his wife's
nagging, went once more to see
the dragon in his cave, and the
latter granted his request. The
couple received a dukedom. Not
long afterwards, the wife wanted
to go and live at court.
One day, the new duchess saw
the queen arriving in her golden
carriage, dessed in silks, with
silver farthingales, and wearing
fabulous jewels.
Her eyes glinting with ambition,
she said:
"My good Lucas, it has occurred
to me that when we have a son,
if there is a war he will have to
go the front as an officer, and he
might die in combat. It would be
much better if we became
monarchs so that our son would
be in less danger. Your friend the
dragon will grant us this wish."
"Don't talk nonsense," he replied.
His wife cried and entreated him
until finally Lucas decided to visit
the dragon who greeted him
warmly.
"Friend," said the dragon after
listening to his story, "your wife
is too ambitious. She will never
leave you in peace. She will never
have enough and she will always
want more, but I have the
answer. Come into the cave."
And the dragon showed his
guest into a cosy room where
beautiful young women were
singing and dancing.
"Now you are my prisoner. These
girls will keep you company and
will see that your every wish is
carried out, for they are my
slaves, but you will not be able to
leave the cave other than in my
company and you will not return
to see your wife."
From then on the good man lived
happily with the dragon and the
maidens. As for Lucas's wife, she
had to dress in mourning,
convinced that her husband had
finnally been devoured by the
monster, just as she had
predicted from the beginning.
0ne day, a dragon who
was flying back home
was caught in a violent
storm. The wind howled
and the rain came down with
such force that even the sturdiest
oak trees were uprooted and
blown down like straw. Despite
his great size, the dragon was
buffeted in all directions and in
the end he lost his way in the
dark. In vain he tried and tried
again to rise above the storm,
battling with all his strength
against the elements, but at last,
overcome with weariness, he fell
exhausted to the ground.
While he lay unconscious in the
mud, a peasant who lived in a
humble shack nearby walked
past.
On catching sight of the monster,
who lay so still that he looked
dead, the man, whose name was
Lucas, felt sorry for him. He
approached the inert body and
saw that the dragon was still
alive. With the help of his horse
he moved the dragon to an
outhouse which served as a
barn. Then he made the dragon
comfortable and cover him with
a patched blanket, and ran into
the house to ask his wife to
prepare some hot food. She was
apprehensive.
"You are mad if you want to give
food and shelter to such a beast.
You would do better to kill him
and then the king will give us a
reward for his skin."
"Quiet, woman," retorted Lucas.
"The dragon is weak and ill, and
it is not Christian to deny help to
the ailing, of whatever race they
belong to."
"Don't be stupid!" exclaimed his
wife. "This creature is not a
Christian, nor is he a man. He will
eat you the minute he is better."
Taking no notice of his wife's
warning, the peasant devoted
himself to feeding and caring for
the animal. As a result of his
efforts, the dragon soon
recovered and thanked the
peasant for saving him.
"There is nothing to thank me
for," replied the good man. "We
are all God's creatures."
"Even so, many men in your
position would have killed me
and sold my skin, which is very
valuable."
"Any man who takes advantage
of the fallen must be very evil.
Such behaviour does not befit a
knight", replied the peasant.
On hearing her husband's
words, the wife, who was
listening at the door, began to
laugh.
"Look at this fool, giving himself
the airs of a knight when he is a
pauper!" she exclaimed from her
hiding place. "You won't speak
like that when the tax collectors
come and take away our horse
because we haven't paid our
taxes."
"It is honor not wealth that
makes a man a knight," replied
the worthy Lucas in a low voice.
However, the dragon heard the
conversation, and, noting the
peasant's poverty, offered him a
reward for his trouble.
"I could not refuse anything in
gold, because the tax collector is
comming soon and I have
nothing to pay him with. But that
is not why I helped you, friend,"
said the man.
"I know, but now that I am
strong enough to fly home, come
to my cave and choose anything
you wish. Lucas climbed
fearlessly onto the dragon's back,
but his wife begged him not to
trust the dragon.
"When you are in the middle of
the forest, he will eat you," she
groaned, "and I will be left
alone."
The dragon bore the peasant to
his cave and there he entertained
him for three days. When the
time came for him to return
home, the animal loaded a huge
sack of gold and precious stones
on his back as a gift, and carried
Lucas back to his shack.
"Come and see me whenever you
are hard up," he said on parting.
Lucas found his wife sad and
dressed in mourning, for she
believed he was dead. With the
dragon's gifts the couple were
able to buy a beautiful farm with
many animals, but the wife
started becoming extravagant,
and one day she said to her
husband:
"If we had a little more money,
we would be able to buy good
land and employ others to work
on it, and then when we have a
son he will be able to be a knight.
Why don't you ask the dragon
for a little more gold?" Lucas
refused, but in the end he gave
in and when to see the dragon.
The creature thought it was a
sound idea, and was delighted to
be able to help his friend once
more. But then hardly a year
went by and the wife insisted:
"If we could buy a castle and
some villages, we would become
counts." Lucas, tired of his wife's
nagging, went once more to see
the dragon in his cave, and the
latter granted his request. The
couple received a dukedom. Not
long afterwards, the wife wanted
to go and live at court.
One day, the new duchess saw
the queen arriving in her golden
carriage, dessed in silks, with
silver farthingales, and wearing
fabulous jewels.
Her eyes glinting with ambition,
she said:
"My good Lucas, it has occurred
to me that when we have a son,
if there is a war he will have to
go the front as an officer, and he
might die in combat. It would be
much better if we became
monarchs so that our son would
be in less danger. Your friend the
dragon will grant us this wish."
"Don't talk nonsense," he replied.
His wife cried and entreated him
until finally Lucas decided to visit
the dragon who greeted him
warmly.
"Friend," said the dragon after
listening to his story, "your wife
is too ambitious. She will never
leave you in peace. She will never
have enough and she will always
want more, but I have the
answer. Come into the cave."
And the dragon showed his
guest into a cosy room where
beautiful young women were
singing and dancing.
"Now you are my prisoner. These
girls will keep you company and
will see that your every wish is
carried out, for they are my
slaves, but you will not be able to
leave the cave other than in my
company and you will not return
to see your wife."
From then on the good man lived
happily with the dragon and the
maidens. As for Lucas's wife, she
had to dress in mourning,
convinced that her husband had
finnally been devoured by the
monster, just as she had
predicted from the beginning.
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BALAUR
A balaur is a creature in
Romanian folklore,
similar to a European
dragon.[1] A bălaur is
quite large, has fins, feet,
and is polycephalous (it
usually has three,
sometimes seven, or
even twelve serpent
heads).[2] As a
traditional character
which is found in most
Romanian fairy tales, it
represents Evil and must
be defeated by Făt-
Frumos in order to
release the princess (see
also Zmey). It is also
believed, in Wallachia
that the saliva of a
balaur can form
precious stones.[3]
The term Bălaur
( Macedo-Romanian
bul'ar) is of unknown
etymology. It has been
linked with Albanian
boljë ("snake") buljar
("water snake"), all terms
possibly stemming from
the same Thracian root,
*bell- or *ber- "beast,
monster", the traces of
which can also be found
in the name of the Greek
mythological hero
Bellerophon ("the beast
killer"). The
Transylvanian Saxon
balaur "dragon", and
balaura, an insult term in
Serbia, are borrowed
from Romanian.[4][5]
The Serbo-Croatian
blavor/blaor/blavur
(" European legless
lizard") is cognate with
balaur, and it is
regarded as one of few
pre-Slavic Balkan relict
words in Serbo-
Croatian
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i'm sure chinese dragon is more than flattered 
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@Chinese-Dragon would u like to add to our collection?i'm sure chinese dragon is more than flattered
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NIDHOGG
In Norse mythology,
Níðhöggr (Malice Striker,
often anglicized
Nidhogg[1]) is a dragon
who gnaws at a root of
the World Tree,
Yggdrasill. In the
mythology, the Nidhogg
is said to be controlled
by only one person, the
Norse goddess named
Hel.
Níðhöggr (Malice Striker,
often anglicized
Nidhogg[1]) is a dragon
who gnaws at a root of
the World Tree,
Yggdrasill. In the
mythology, the Nidhogg
is said to be controlled
by only one person, the
Norse goddess named
Hel.
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