Thirteen years ago, after a really bad experience at an online poetry site, I started a board of ‘my own’. I could fill volumes with the joys and the sorrows I’ve experienced during those thirteen years; someday I might but for now I go through the many rooms of that site, reminiscing as I salvage a pitiful few special posts out of the hundreds of thousands of special posts that live there. To be more precise here are today’s stats:
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So what does that have to do with dragons? That, too, is a long story, but I’ll try to cut it as short as possible.
The Peaceful Pub was never advertised. It was like Topsy, it just ‘growed’. There was a magic to the place, or maybe just a benevolent hand from heaven on our shoulders. There were many who came and didn’t care for the family atmosphere and we bid them adieu and good wishes without regret.
The ones who stayed, oh my, they are a part of my heart. A quick nod to those who have gone ahead to set up Poets Corner in Heaven. Maire (it’s Maire, not Marie,) was the first of our family to depart for that far off shore. How we loved that talented poet lady. Her memorial pages are here: Simply Maire
Then there was Jim Hartsell (Wintersong), a dear and talented poet, writer and abused children’s advocate via his work in Washington State Social Services.
And there was Willowdown. His pages are here:
So what does that have to do with dragons? Everything. Willowdown adopted each and every one of his fellow pubsters, and we adopted him. He was an Englishman who lived in Thailand. He spent his time writing, and painting murals for the mutilated children of war who lived at The Redemptorist Vocational School in Pattaya.
One year he sent Trinimade (of course from Trinidad…we were an international site)
and me, twin dragons. He named them before he sent them. Trini’s was named Eragon
and mine was Little Nag.
Today while I was tearfully saying goodbye to the posts in the Prose forum I came across the story of Little Nag’s arrival. There are more than a hundred Little Nag stories at The Pub,
but I will share this one:
Little Nag Moves In by smzang (posted 08/09/10 09:41 PM)
Little Nag has moved in lock, stock and barrel. The first day was easy. He was hungry and sleepy. I fed him and after what seems like hundreds of pierogies and a couple of cups of rice custard were devoured, he climbed up on my shoulder and nestled against my neck, blanketed by my hair which smelled of coconut from the previous night’s shampooing. Apparently he was allergic to the coconut. He sneezed twice and then went to sleep, his right front foot still keeping time to the music I was listening to. At first the tickling was a terrible distraction, but soon that and the music lulled me off to sleep and the two of us spent the rest of the day in the recliner.
Today was a whole ‘nother story. Little Nag must be related to stone dragons. Before I had even awakened, he’d eaten half the rocks out of my aquarium. He is such a tiny creature, I don’t know where he put them, nor the three large bowls of oatmeal that he ate with apples and cinnamon and fresh cream. When it was gone, he burped and went back to sleep.
While he slept, snoring gently as the babe he is, I went online again to find out what baby dragons do all day. It said they like to play in water, so I made him a cottony bed in a jewelry box and put him in my purse (he didn’t even turn over, just kept on snoring) and off I went to the store to buy a gallon of purified natural spring water. I fashioned him a pool and even put a plastic lotus blossom in it. Then I made him a pair of miniature swim trunks. Partly to show off and partly to please him, I put the embroidery attachment on my Singer sewing machine and appliqued a likeness of Little Nag himself on them.
When he awoke, he ate the lotus blossom, took one look at the swim trunks and said, “Are you nuts? First rule of this house is: You don’t meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you look crunchy and would taste good with ketchup.”
I dashed back to the Internet to see if sassy dragons was a topic that’s been covered by Wikipedia. It was not, but I did read that dragons are very intelligent. “Aha,” I thought, “I will reason with him.”
“Nag, ” I said in my firmest voice, “You are the baby, I am the mommy. If you sass me again, I will buy a dragon pen, and keep you in a cage until you learn to behave.”
A huge tear dropped from his eye. He began to melt away right in front of me. I caught him by his hind foot just before he would have turned totally to mist. I held him cupped in my hand, petting him and talking soothingly to him. Slowly he became visible again. He leapt from my hand onto my shoulder and found his special spot under my hair.
In a tiny dragon voice he said, “I’m sowwy.”
and I said, “I’m sorry too. I would never put you in a cage but you must promise never to put ketchup on me and crunch me for a snack.”
“Okay,” he said with a dragon giggle, “but what’s for lunch?”
The Nag and Eragon stories continued for several years and as I return to the ‘demolation derby’ that is happening at The Pub, I will salvage as many of them as I can.
I thought that Willowdown’s response to this little snippet was particularly noteworthy:
“he likes fish – you must have noticed the fish bones!
ps. forget the swimtrunks
did you never hear of The Boxer Rebellion?”
And Trini’s too:
“I absolutely love this Sarah… even as I write Eragon is next to me blowing tiny wisps of smoke from his nostrils. He’s made friends with my little ceramic frog called Sapito, but I have not introduced him as yet to Marble and Tawny… that I shall have to write about.
I thank you for taking part in my farewell to The Peaceful Pub.