Well, once when I was young, I sat beside a dragon. The sleeping wyrm never knew and never came to know. His long snoring eased my mind; and the black plumes from his nostrils were balm to my troubled thoughts, for I let my eyes watch their rising swirls, giving myself over completely to thoughtless observation. It is the only dragon I have ever suffered to live. I wonder what became of it in the end. I think I should know it if ever we met again. It will be a sad day if I ever have to kill it.
The Sleeping Dragon
Tale Told 