The Donald and the Dragon
You may recall that Nick was headed to the Capitol to stop the government shutdown, so let’s check in on him, shall we?
He charged in the doors without significant opposition, since the guards had never seen such a beast before. To get the attention of Congress, he flew in sweeping circles near the ceiling, then sailed down for an impressive landing before the podium. Lawmakers drew back, gaping.
“Wh-what is that thing?” Mitch McConnell said, drawing his turtle-like head into his shoulders.
“I’ve heard of these!” Paul Ryan said, coming closer. “Experimental use in police departments…but the one I saw didn’t have wings.”
“That one was a female,” Nick informed him, and he jumped back.
“I’m not an ‘it,'” Nick said testily, but then everyone came crowding around, poking at his teeth and ears in spite of his terrible growls, which became louder when a voice in the back said, “I’ve heard of those, but it’s not as big as I was expecting.”
“The President has to see this,” McConnell said.
“Yes, the President! That’s even better than Congress!” Nick cried, and set off eagerly with them for the Oval Office.
The President was eating lunch and watching TV when they came in, but screamed and jumped under his desk when he saw Nick. “What is that?! Get it out, get it out!”
“Sir, this is the latest in law-enforcement technology. We think the model deserves wider application.”
Nick jumped onto the President’s desk, gulped down two cheeseburgers, knocked over the drink and lapped it with his forked tongue, said, “Eww, it’s diet,” and jumped down.
“And it talks, too?!”
“Yes, sir. At least, it appears to.” Nick’s tail began to lash.
The President, having not been devoured yet, began to recover his composure. “That thing’s an ugly color. What do you call that color?”
“I believe it’s navy blue, sir.”
“So you get these things from the Navy?”
“No, sir. They’re used for police work.”
“Hmm. I want this one for Mar-a-Lago. Have it gold-plated.”
“Sir, I’m not sure that’s possible–”
“Gold spray paint, then. But I want it gold. Crate it up and ship it down there. And get a couple females! I’ll start a breeding program!”
…to be continued!