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“I’m telling ya,” argued the large man at the bar, “this thing was a sea-dragon!”

The man stood shifting his weight as he detailed the events of his sighting. Every so often he would raise his foot and rest it on the edge of the bar, all the while scratching his stomach nervously.

“I’ve never seen the like of it in all my life,” he continued. “I had just stepped over to the edge of the dock, and no sooner had I lit my cigar did it surface its back full of sharp scales.”

“Scales?” said the fellow standing next to him. He raised his eyebrows with intrigue, yet he made no eye contact with the man.

“Scales I tell ya,” argued the man. “Vicious looking things they were, like sharp blades of steel. That thing was a sea-dragon.”

“Yes, I see,” responded the other fellow, now less than intrigued. “You stated that already. Did you happen to see any other part of its body?”

“I’m telling ya,” the man hammered almost immediately, “this thing was quick. If I had blinked I’da missed it.”

“Quick, you say?” responded the fellow as he swung his cane back and forth with his wrist. “How quick might you say? Like a dolphin, or perhaps, something of the like?”

“Weren’t no dolphin,” protested the man, his eyes growing larger and more pensive by the second. “Quick like that!” he said as he snapped his large round fingers in the fellow’s face.

“I see,” responded the fellow. “Say Mac,” he said, shouting to the bartender a few feet away, who was busy tending to a few stray cats someone had let in, “seen anything quicker than a dolphin with scales like sharpened steel?”

“Dern these cats!” he murmured under his breath. “I’ll skin every last one uya!” he shouted holding out a small knife no sharper than a comb.

“Say there Mister,” said the large man, turning around to face the angry barkeeper, “you ever seen a real live sea creature?”

“I’d see anything if it would run these mangy varmits outta here,” he said throwing his hands out at them. “Shoo! Shoo!”

There were several cats crowding around the barkeeper, each one of them almost identical to the other. One walked in circles, making a point to rub its neck up against the barkeeper’s leg each time it came near him, another sat with its front legs in front of it and fixed its hungry eyes on him, another climbed his leg, hopping up higher and higher with its claws out, and another still had found its way up onto a large cabinet beside the bar.

“Now what are you two goons yammering about?” said the barkeeper, or Mac as the fellow had called him.

“This man,” related the fellow, “says he saw some sort of creature break the water today?”

It wasn’t a question at all, yet he delivered it that way, almost in a pandering sort of fashion.

“What creature?” cried Mac. “Aghh!” he shouted as the leaping cat dug its claws into his leg. He kicked at it angrily, but clearly made no intention to actually harm it.

“A dragon I tell ya!” yelled the man with an unwavering intensity. “Real mythocological like.”

“Mythological, you mean?” corrected the fellow rhetorically.

“Listen here,” continued the man, paying no attention to the blunt disinterest, “this thing was twen-ty…feet…long!”

“I thought you said you only caught a glimpse of it,” smirked the fellow.

“A short glimpse,” said the man turning back to the fellow and touching his finger to the fellow’s chest, “but long enough to know that for sure.”

“So,” pondered the fellow, “a twenty foot long mythical sea-dragon that is quicker than a dolphin and has scales like steel. That’s about where we are, yes?”

“That’s the beast,” agreed the man pointing his finger again.

“What color was it?” asked the fellow

“Green,” responded the man. “Green like algae. I’m telling ya, this thing was a living…breathing…sea-dragon!”

“Ain’t no such thing as sea-dragons!” protested Mac, finally contributing to the conversation. “Now would you two pipe down before I thr…”

Just as he was speaking, the cat that had been on top of the cabinet leaped down onto his shoulder, locking its claws and quivering.

“Of all the…” shouted Mac as he spun in circles and swiped the cat off his shoulder.

“I’m afraid I have to agree with him on this one,” said the fellow. “There are no such creatures, especially around here. Something that large would’ve caused a mighty good bit a fuss by now.”

“You say what you want,” growled the man, pointing his finger dangerously close to the fellow’s face, “but that thing is in there I tell ya. And the next person who sees it might find it to be the last thing they ever see! That thing’s a killer!”

“Maybe it was a cat killer,” stated Mac, finally calming down as he sat a few bowls on the floor and filled them with milk. “Maybe its the reason these foul things are here.”

“You know Mac,” said the fellow, pointing at the cats, “you feeding them ain’t gonna send them out of here very quick.”

“Yeah?” said Mac as he walked away. “Well they make better company than you two heathens. Yammering on about sea dragons and what not.”

“I agree,” said the fellow turning back to the man. “If I do see your sea-dragon, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

“Won’t get the chance,” said the man firmly as he turned his eyes away for the first time.

“Now,” said the fellow, “what was it we were talking about before all this sea creature nonsense? Something about the back door?”

“Yeah,” gloomed the man, “we were talking about that alley outside the back door. Something in the trash cans out there reminded me of that thing in the water.”

“Hey!” shouted Mac from the other side of the bar. “Who propped this con-flabbin’ door open?!”

 

 

 

 

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