Those damned giants

“That is the problem with these damned giant heads. They do have ways to control us, the mighty and superior race, and make us obey. But why am I even bothered to tell you this, little critter?” The dragon raised his head impatiently. A man stood before him in full plate armor with the golden sword raised in the air. “O delighted creature of knowledge. I was sent to you because of our problems with giants. They destroy our villages and towns unknowingly; just by walking, they kill our women and children. O mighty, do you have any idea how to stop them?” The cave was dark and ancient. Only the dim light spread from the dragon's eyes. Enough to show anxiety on the knight's face. A few knights before him had been destroyed in a mere moment. The knight with the golden sword was lucky to be allowed an audience. “I don't intervene in the world of mortals. But if you want advice, then I can tell you this. If the giants invaded your lands—you better move out of these lands,” said the dragon and laid his head on the paw. “There surely is something that we can do!” insisted the knight, moving toward the creature, but as he came closer, the head of the dragon moved violently. A man withdrew. Before closing his eyes completely, the dragon said, “You better run as fast as you can. I don't want to waste time anymore.” He was almost at the cave entrance when the low voice growled, “GET HIM, DRAGON!” The red spiky head moved as quickly as lightning, caught the knight, and swallowed him in one swift motion. “Not again, you damned giant head!” One of the cave walls opened to show the huge eye. “Sleep, my little dragonnie, forget about that inconvenience.” The last smoke came out from the dragon’s nostrils before he fell asleep once again.