Charles and the Nostril of Doom

At the time I wrote this, Kezron was a new idea, and in school, we were doing stuff with esop's fables. Well, I changed up "Belling the Cat," to "Corking the Dragon," or "Charles and the Nostril of Doom."

Charles and the Nostril of Doom

Bang! Bang! The head mouse hit his gavel against the pebble the mouse council used as a pulpit. “Now Charles will speak.” He announced. A particularly small mouse stood up and took the floor.
“We have a problem,” he said. His voice was small and squeaky. “The dragon Kezron, whose cave we share, won’t stop roasting us! We all know he doesn’t mean to, but he kills hundreds of us every day!

You already see that Fredrick, Robert and Rodriguez are absent today, that is because they are dead. I propose we stick corks in his nostrils! Then he would try to blow through them, therefore building up pressure, which would eventually make him explode!”
A mouse in the back stood up. “There is one flaw with you’re plan. Who will do it?”
“I hadn’t thought of that.” Charles admitted.

Another mouse, Ferdinand, stood up. “Since Charles thought of the idea, he should be the one to do it.” The whole mouse council agreed. So they gave Charles a cork and he bravely marched out of the mouse whole, into the giant lair of the mighty dragon.
Although Kezron was only the size of an average house cat, he looked huge to Charles.

He was fast asleep. Charles scampered up the dragons leg, onto his back, down his neck, across his face and over to the nostril of doom. He pushed the cork in. It was a perfect fit! Quickly, he ran back down for another cork. He repeated the process on the other nostril. But the moment the cork was in place, Kezron’s eye’s flicked open.

The dragon stood up. Charles held onto the nostril for dear life. Kezron huffed and puffed and spun in circles. Charles was having a hard time holding on. The dragon sat down and picked the cork out of the nostril Charles was not hanging onto. He took a look at it and flicked it across the cavern floor. Next he plucked Charles off, studied him for a few seconds, and decided he was safe to eat.

With that, he popped him into his mouth and nobody ever saw him again. Kezron made the decision that he liked the taste of mice, and ate the whole mouse counsel. On top of that, he ate the whole mouse colony, and lived happily ever after.