 | Now Griselda has been "patiently" waiting in the parlor for someone to show up. "That boy had better return soon," she tells herself for the hundredth time. Finally she hears voices in the hallway getting closer. "It's about time," she mumbles. "Fiddlefaddle, you did remember to lock the door to the caves didn't you?" she hears the Baron ask as he enters the parlor. Busy talking to Fiddlefaddle, he doesn't notice the Dowager sitting in his chair. "Allowishes, where have you been?" Griselda asks. |
“Mom?! Mom... what are you doing here?” spurts the Baron.
“I am here because you apparently need me here! Why was there no one to answer the door? You really should get some more help. I assume Fiddlefaddle is still with you, is he not? He at least should have answered the door? There he is now - better late than never I suppose. Fiddlefaddle, some tea please.”
| “Oh this is getting even more interesting,” grumbles Fiddlefaddle as he leaves to make tea. “First a visitor in the caves and now one in the parlor and all I wanted to do was to put my tired feet up.” “Sit down young man. Are you going to tell me about it or do you think you can still hide secrets from your mother?" commands Griselda as she motions to another of the chairs in the room. |  |
Still a little surprised to see his mother, the Baron sat and just stared at her. Finally he found the words to ask again, “What are you doing here Mom? I mean, when did you get here and how was your journey?”
 | “You can ask me those questions later, let’s talk about your new house guest in the caves below the mansion. I want to meet it… now! Do you know what kind it is?” Looking slightly confused the Baron replied, “How would I know? Aren't all Dragons alike?” “Don’t worry, I will show you my son. I would like to meet this Dragon, but before I do, I need a dandelion about to go to seed.” |
The Baron just stared at his mother and wondered if she was going crazy... or was he?
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