Sir Vivian and Emmy the Scary – A Funny Tale of Dragons and Poop

Not far from the peculiar little village of Upper Great Snoring, which itself was just down the road from the equally sleepy Throop, there lived a dragon unlike any other. Her scales shimmered in green hues, her wings flapped like thunderclouds, and her roars echoed through the hills. But her most notorious trait?

She stank. Quite terribly, in fact.

Her name? Emmy the Scary.

She would swoop down from her hilltop lair, roaring and flapping her great wings, sending villagers scattering in every direction. Worse still—Emmy had an unfortunate habit of… well… pooping. A lot. On everything. Trees, roads, roofs—it didn’t matter. Her droppings covered the countryside in a most disgraceful and malodorous mess.

The townsfolk were at their wit’s end.

They sharpened swords and polished shields. They built catapults and flung whatever they could. But nothing could pierce Emmy’s thick dragon hide. And each time they failed, she’d glide smugly over their heads and, you guessed it—poop again.

A Town in Trouble

“Who can save us from this smelly nightmare?” cried Mayor Dame Alianora, holding a handkerchief to her nose.

“The dragon is a menace! We must call for help!”

And so, messengers were sent with urgent requests, posted on trees, carried by birds, and whispered through the forests and hills.

Enter Sir Vivian

High up in a nearby castle called Queensboro Hold, a brave and determined young knight named Sir Vivian heard the town’s plea. She had trained for years under her mother’s watchful eye—learning swordsmanship, riding, jousting, and even dragon lore. Though she had never fought a dragon before, this seemed the perfect chance to prove her valor.

Sir Vivian suited up in her finest armor, mounted her horse, and set off toward Upper Great Snoring. The moment she got close, the smell hit her like a battering ram.

And then she saw Emmy the Scary—diving, swooping, roaring… and yes, still pooping.

But Sir Vivian was not one to turn back.

The Brave Confrontation

Lance in hand, Sir Vivian climbed the hill to Emmy’s nest and challenged her to battle.

“Face me, Emmy the Scary!” she cried. “Let us duel and end this terror!”

But Emmy didn’t even lift a claw. “No,” she said with a snort. “I shall not fight. I will roar and I will poop. And I will stay.”

Vivian blinked. That was… not the reaction she expected.

Still, she was not deterred. Rather than fight, she climbed further into the dragon’s nest and stood boldly before the beast.

“Why are you doing this?” Vivian asked. “Why torment the town with your stink and your cries? Can’t we live in peace among the trees and hills?”

A Surprising Revelation

Emmy the Scary blinked her large eyes and shifted aside, revealing what lay hidden in the nest—three tiny baby dragons, no bigger than barrels. They peered out with sleepy eyes, letting out soft squeaks.

Emmy nuzzled them gently and said, “I don’t hate the town. I just want my babies to be safe. I pile the poop around them to keep them warm and dry. The storms up here are cold and cruel.”

Sir Vivian suddenly understood. Emmy wasn’t a monster—she was a mother.

A Poop-Saving Plan

Vivian returned to the town and explained everything to the Mayor and the council.

“She’s not evil,” she said. “She’s protecting her children. We don’t need swords. We need solutions.”

And so, a new plan was formed.

The town would help build a cozy, safe dragon coop at the edge of the forest—far from the houses but close enough for community support. Emmy the Scary agreed to keep her roaring to a minimum and poop only in designated areas. She even offered to pull a wagon to collect her own droppings—quite responsibly, in fact!

A New Friendship

When Sir Vivian returned with the news, Emmy nodded. She gently buried the remaining poop piles, roared only once for good measure (into the wind), and moved into the new dragon shelter with her little ones.

As for Vivian, she returned to Queensboro Hold a changed knight—not because she slew a dragon, but because she spoke to one and found a friend.

The people of Upper Great Snoring lived happily ever after (with significantly less smell), and Sir Vivian became a legend—not just for bravery, but for wisdom and compassion.

Moral of the Story:

True courage isn’t just in fighting battles—sometimes, it’s in listening, understanding, and finding peaceful solutions… even if poop is involved.