DRAGON AT 2'CLOCK HIGH (OR STONEHENGE REVISITED)
It was mid-afternoon on a summer day, when the dragon landed in Venice Bay. A handsome creature of iridescent hues, it capsized sailboats and consumed the crews. Using its feet to paddle and tail to steer, it propelled itself to Santa Monica pier, opened its mouth and with a hearty crunch, added ten... Sign in to see full entry.