Dragon,
A bush swaying,
Many leaves reaching out
With thorny claws
To a spotted rock,
Mouse who yells,
"My lair is a palace cloud."
Dragon growls, "How?"
"Thousand years old,
Spider webbed,
Inside furnishings
And treasure trunks
Hold memories
About the King Of The Ghosts' son."
Dragon, a greedy fox listening
To praise for a badger, plots.
A silent robber, Dragon opens
A creaking closet,
Steps through the back wall
Finds a key sized box-
Shiny dew glistening softly.
Releasing a rooster's crow
From the trunk lock,
The key turns.
Opaque ghost with a crown,
A long blob , a peanut butter
Splotch on the kitchen floor,
"Draw up the Bridge! Out with the mouse!
You will be victor over his house!"
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