You: soaked. Me: also soaked. Dragon Bridge

The dragon on the Dragon Bridge breathed water instead of fire and caught us both from the side, a perfect soaking, you and me at the rail with our mouths open. We looked at each other, dripping. You said, it is an honour. I said, it is an honour. We stood there another full minute because leaving seemed rude. Then we walked off in different directions, squelching in step. I am told the fire is on Saturdays and the water is also on Saturdays. I have been back three times and been wet twice.