A Procedural, to Wit: Dragons

 The breeze blew back the curtain of the main room of the ramshackle old manor that had, such a long time ago, situated itself outside a nearby town. The warm currents circulated, escalating the temperature of an already uncomfortable room. If there was a question as to whether the discomfort arose from the heat or from the policeman standing at it's center or from the two ladies staring at said policemen, this was difficult to determine. What was clear, however, was that the two faces looking up from their cushioned seats into the eyes of the moist police sergeant were not surprised.

    'The dragon tore through the town, ma'am,' said policeman was saying.

    'I understand that, Sergeant. But all I am saying is that we must take into account the fact that she is an infant. She has not yet learned the power of her wings.' This was explained by one of the two ladies present.

    'There was also the burning, miss,' the constable who stood behind the sergeant pointed out with a raised finger. 'It did a fair sight worth of damage, that.'

    'She,' said the other lady.

    The constable snorted, apparently in disbelief of the gender of the dragon. The sergeant glared at him. To wit, the constable tried to pretend as though he had faded into the striped wallpaper.

    'Was there anyone inured, Sergeant?' asked the first lady.

    'There were three, ma'am.'

    'Three what, Sergeant?' asked the second with scrutiny.

    The Sergeant cleared his throat. 'Geese, ma'am.'

    The second lady raised a brow.

    'Wounded wings,' put in the constable.

    The sergeant rounded a second glare.

    'Have no fear, Sergeant: we will indeed pay the damage.' said the first lady. 'Provided no further action is taking against her.'

    'It's not merely a matter of payment, ma'am. As the town sees it, the destruction goes beyond physical harms and people are less than happy, ma'am, that they are.'

    'Ah. Knocked down the pub, did she?' put the second lady.

    'Burned it down a beauty, miss,' pipped the constable. 

    The sergeant frowned.

    'Then, we will have to keep the town in ale until the pub is back in working order,' said the second lady. 'Will that do, Sergeant?'

    The sergeant was no longer frowning. 'Well,' he began slowly, as though he had to consider the proposal, 'seeing as how she's not much more than a baby — and it wouldn't do to go around punishing babies, now would it — I suppose that will do just fine, sir.'

    The sergeant smiled, the constable smiled, and the ladies rolled their eyes.

    Then the ladies led the policemen to the door, and went to take care of their baby. 

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