Living with Dragons

[244 words] One day, in England, a “gentleman of the road” (we’d call him a hobo) stopped by a restaurant named “St. George and the Dragon.” He knocked at the back door and asked if he might have some leftovers to eat. A very stern lady looked the fellow in the eye and said: “I’ll not give you one crumb. You’re a fit fellow. Get yourself a job, you bum!” And then to punctuate her point, she slammed the door in the fellow’s face. The shabbily dressed fellow stood looking at the establishment’s sign for a moment and then knocked, again.  The door opened and the same stern lady asked in a hateful voice: “Well, what is it you want, now?” “I was just wondering,” he said, “could I please talk to St. George, this time?” Unfortunately, we all face “Dragons.” Sometimes we work for them. Sometimes they are relatives….