Ancient history

Trails of vapor swirl evilly, twining themselves about the gnarled extremities of the crusty dragon. She shifts her hulking weight and snaps up her head, spraying a fine mist of noxious vapor. The curious villagers who had been standing at a safe distance looking on in nervous interest shriek with terror and flee in all directions. Gripped by panicky haste, they collide with each other, sprawling in tangled heaps of humanity, flailing limbs clawing the lowering sky. The dragon snorts, the sound of it raising hair on the peon's arms. She turns again and fixes her red-rimmed, bloodshot eyes upon her surroundings, letting loose another cataclysmic suspiration. Bending low, she rasps her scaly head along the instep of her great, clawed foot. Passionate indignation grips her and she moves as lightning to pour it out upon the world. Raring up, her sides heave as she inhales in preparation for a mighty blast. Suddenly, a thin cry pierces through the mists of her confused mind. "Raaaaaaaaaaaachelllllllllllllll!!" The dragon sits down abruptly with a mighty thump, looks about with an embarrassed air and blinks painfully. Then, as she rubs her eyes once again, she mumbles to herself, "Stupid eye cold." Turning on her bed, she curls into a small ball and withdraws under the covers... a diminutive lump of misery.