Dawn cracks peacefully over Berk. Snow covering the land like a sheet of blanket, winter has finally arrived on Berk like it always did. A Monstrous Nightmare flies over the village.
“Here on Berk we made peace with the dragons,”
The Nightmare swoops down into the plaza, civilian Vikings smiling happily and going about their early morning chores, finally, with the help of the dragons.
“We're finally living and working together...and it only took us three hundred years,”
Overhead one of the houses, though, a Nadder and Nightmare are beginning the first throngs of a fight, scrapping at each other when they bump heads flying.
"There's one slight problem...”
The fight between the Nadder and Nightmare continues, flying in a chase and still scrapping along the way pettily.
"...We forgot to tell the animals,”
The Nightmare unknowingly flies down too close to the ground and nearly has a collision with some grazing sheep, luckily it's averted, but the sheep are too stunned and all quiver at the edge of the fenced grazing grounds while the dragons finally land to settle their fight.
Not a moment too soon, Mulch and Bucket run up with calm annoyance. This has obviously happened before.
Mulch shoos the dragons away, “Oh, not again. You go on now...you get, get, shoo!”
Mulch backs the Nightmare away over the fence while Bucket takes care of the Nadder. And the two dragons willingly listen, but the fight was delayed...not over. The two dragons give off one last warning growl.
"Now you know you're not supposed to be in here,” Mulch tells the Nightmare.
With that 'tragedy' averted, Mulch takes a bucket and walks over to the yaks.
“Alright everybody, time to earn your keep,” Mulch announces.
Bucket goes over to the chickens, pulling one out of its coop and looking at an empty nest. A place where eggs are supposed to be.
"It's chickens who lay eggs, right?” He asks Mulch.
"Do we really need to go over this again?” Mulch questions.
Bucket stands innocently, trying to convince Mulch that he doesn't need it to be explained.
"No...” He picks up a sheep and looks under it.
"Apparently we do. Well, pay attention Bucket,”
Mulch walks over to the animals, pointing respectively at each one he names for their provisions. “wool. Eggs. Milk, was that so hard now, see?”
Bucket looks around, obviously confused.
"Ugh, Observe,” He walks over to the Yak, “Just grab the utter, like so, and pull,” 'Nothing comes out!', "uh... Pull,” 'Still nothing’, "Pull!” The yak--fed up with being violated--snuffs Mulch away.
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THE DRAGON QUEEN
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