Skipping over the piles and piles of discarded refuse
The boy dragon looked down, his eyes scanned over two small white shapes.He knelt down and scooped them up.
His eyes adjusted as the sun distracted his capacity to see.
Two teeth came into view.
Boy dragon was very unpredictable and not of this world.
His first instinct was to swallow the teeth.
He put one into his mouth and swallowed it. Gulping down and burping up a spark.
“Gritty piece” He blabbed.
The other he put into his pocket.
He jumped and farted his little wings struggling to hold him above the dark blue pines.
Whizzed over the pines leaving the landfill behind.
He started gaining more and more speed.
Over a small lake he landed on the far shore. The smell of the landfill, still present.
But the water was unsullied. He pulled up his boy scales and waded into the lake up to his ankles.
He took out the other tooth, he held it up to the sun, it too seemed clean, surreal as it had been pulled from the dirtiest possible place on earth. Yes, clean and irritatingly so.
The boy dragon couldn’t even spot any plaque on the tooth.
He tossed it as if to throw it into the water, it went up and at the last moment, boy dragon kicked heels and winged it quickly to where the tooth was inevitably falling into the water.
Opened his mouth mid-grin, the white unit disappeared into his mouth and with a burp and a spark it was gone.
He kept himself airborne above the water a few moments, eels observed the boy dragon, squirming with envy. The boy dragon noticed them and started darting over the water.
The eels vanished.
Dragon boy flew back to the landfill.
He admired the bulldozer and above the wall the blue concrete animals.
Another burp and this time a bit of flame jumped out of his throat.
He flew to the higher spot he had been when he had spotted those good teeth.
The caretaker pointed toward the strange flying creature.”What the hell!”
Dragon boy came to stop on an old bed base. “It was right here.
But there were no more teeth. He threw the last of his magic dust over the local norse rat.
“Find the teeth, my little ones.”
But the rats came up with nothing.
Dragon boy coughed up both teeth.
“What wonderful specimens.”
He held the teeth up again to the sun. Put both in his pocket.
He flew up as high as he could just under the cloud layer, looking over the landfill, the pines, the small lake and in the distance a small township. That dragon boy mostly avoided, because they didn't believe in him.
“Stupid people don’t believe in me.”
“Stupid eels believe in me too much.”