I live in a hole made by rabbits with my dragons: Spot and Hodor. They've since ate the rabbits and burned down the door. Poor bunnies.. Poor me... I've no privacy anymore. It's nice and cozy down here though. Plenty of space and lots of room for me to create, but enough about my place. 

I'm sure you've noticed I'm a tad eccentric. The last man who called me that was a dwarf named Eric. I tried to argue that I'm just a basket case and challenged him to a duel.  He slapped me in the face and called me a fool. It's hard not to agree with a small man standing on a stool. 

The irony of the story is Eric's best friend was a giant. Wasn't too bright and was awfully compliant. For such a big head he only knew three words, but when he spoke it was the only thing you heard. "BRING ME ANOTHER!" He'd scream and he'd  shout. I never did understand what he was going on about.

To lay it all out I am off of my meds and here is where I share all the stories in my head.  I hope you enjoy them and share with your friends. This seems like a good place to write: THE END.