Pegasi Again
Layn the farmer looked out the window and cursed. “Melia,” he called down the hall, “could you bring the brooms. The Pegasi are in the fields again!”
“Not again,” Melia complained. “Weren’t they here the day before yesterday? They’ll eat the fields bare if they keep doing this.”
“Too true,” said Layn, looking out again at his depressingly motheaten fields. “Where is a dragon when you need one?”
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The field spread out below him, the dragon soared lazily on a thermal. It was a lovely morning, with enough heat to put strength in the thermals but not enough to make for thunderstorms later.
A speck of moving white and distant yells attracted his attention. A flock of Pegasi, and two people waving arms, brooms, and dish towels at them ineffectively. Breakfast? He changed his angle of flight and began a fast glide in their direction.
The Pegasi saw him and spooked, galloping frantically until they worked up enough speed to get into the air. Too slow. He stooped, aiming for one individual that had stood eating tubers a little too long. He felt the beast’s neck snap as he hit. He backwinged, looking for a good place to feed. He landed on a haystack just to his right and started eating. He thought he heard the humans cheer, but ignored the sound as being irrelevant. The surviving Pegasi, meanwhile, were long gone.