By Neel Anil Panicker
Dad, why are dragons considered dangerous’, asked the child, her nimble ten year old’s fingers firmly entwined in her father’s huge palms.
“Look at him, look how his eyes spew fire; these creatures were born frightening”, said little Lisa’s father as he pointed towards the the large caricature that stood at the centre of the main display ring just outside the main hall of the Royal Museum of London.
For the next few minutes the father-daughter duo watched, as did several other excited onlookers at the massive creature that stared back at them, its reddish brown large bulbous eyes spewing fire and brimstone.
‘Dad, you’re lying. I don’t think dragons were ever born’.
Slightly nonplussed, Alfred quickly recovered.
“Why is it you think so?”
Lisa scratched her head at that, and then wrinkling her nose as only kids do, replied without batting an eyelid, ‘Dad, it’s simple___look at him, his body. It’s so…what do I say…rocky. Yes, that’s the word___this guy’s skin, so bronzed and glistening, his giant like hands and feet, his large mouth and that head___not even a hundred men like you would add up to that__no, no mother could give birth to such a monster.’
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Photo Credit: C.E. Ayr