I stare at the dragon on the doorstep. Smoke curls from its nostrils as its enormous red body fills my porch.
“Good afternoon.” It’s voice booms. I try not to stumble backward.
“S-sorry.” The dragon stammers, claws shaking. “I’m here for the job opening? I can kidnap princesses, fly, and have my own tower-”
“I’m stopping you there.” I interrupt. The dragon looks distraught.
“You’re at wrong house. It’s over there.” I point to the house across the street. “Just tell him I sent you, we’re friends. Good luck!” I shout as the dragon thanks me and walks away.