Kezron The Dragon

Amoung the many characters in Horse Feathers is Kezron the dragon. Kezron is one of my favorite characters for more than one reason. He is a load of fun to write and almost as fun to read. Anyway, I started writing short stories about Kezron that had to have happened long before the characters in Horse Feathers showed up. I've had some of my best time writing with these, and even got a few of them published in my school newspaper. Kezron even has his own folder on my laptop and his own email which I use for all of my Horse Feathers stuff. If you have a question for Kezron, or just would like to speak with him, email him at kezronthedragon@gmail.com.

Kezron and the Holy Grail

Kezron flew leisurely over the Enchanted Forest. He had lived in peace for years. That is, with the exception of the mice that put corks in his nostrils, thinking it would stop him from roasting them. But he had taken care of them. Now, not a single mouse dared to enter his lair.
He had the biggest horde in all Availia, even though he was only the size of an average housecat (not including the tail or neck, which made him seem taller and longer than he really was). He was now scheming how to get the Holy Grail. It just happened that Verosion, the dragon that lived just west of Kezron and was much, much bigger, had it. All the dragons in Availia wanted it. When Kezron stole something from another dragon, that dragon never saw the artifact again, as the entrance to his lair was to small for any other dragon to fit through. Now Kezron was on his way to the lair of Verosion, the huge, dirty, vicious purple dragon.
Kezron fought against the mighty winds that tried to push him back down the mountain on which Verosion lived. He was determined to get the Holy Grail. Finally, he landed in the mouth of the cave. The big purple dragon, Verosion, was sleeping on the ground with the grail clutched between her teeth. If only he could make her sneeze. Then the Holy Grail would go flying out of her mouth and into the blizzard outside her lair. That was a good idea! Kezron flew over to Verosion’s snout and studied it. She was missing some scales here and there, and there was a zit the size of Kezron’s head right next to her nose-horn. She was so big that Kezron could have easily fit in one of her nostrils, and that is exactly what he did. Careful not to wake her, Kezron climbed into one of Verosion’s nostrils, and sat down. He flapped his wings a few times, tickling her nose hairs. He felt her shift slightly, and flapped harder. Yes! She was… oh no! She woke up. Verosion swept in one mighty breath through her nose, which almost sucked Kezron into her nasal system, and blew out in a giant sneeze, sending Kezron and the Holy grail flying out into the storm. Kezron was covered in snot and shivering in the cold. He watched the Holy Grail fall into the snow below him. Plummeting toward the ground, he didn’t lift his wings to cushion his landing. Poof! Snow covered him. Frantically, he groped about in the snow for the grail. There it was! With a sudden surge of energy, Kezron burst out of the snow. But unfortunately, Verosion was now out of her lair, seeking him. He flew eastward with all his might, Verosion in hot pursuit. She grabbed hold of his tail just before he reached the safety of his lair. He threw the grail into the small opening. It was safe! But Kezron wasn’t.
Suddenly, he turned around and poked his claw into her zit, popping it. She yowled and let go of Kezron’s tail. He flew into the safety of his cave. Now he wouldn’t have to face Verosion again until he went looking for the Seven League Boots.