careful there be dragons here . . .

Okay first, I don't own a digital camera, so you will have to take my word on this.

Second, I basically live in Pleasantville. Very Bush and Bible lovin' Pleasantville.
Nothing UNpleasant ever goes on (or is talked about anyhow), and everything is shiny and nice. So naturally in this kind of town once a year it would be perfectly natural to post - in the extremely pleasant, and tasteful - downtown area 4foot dragon statues that have each been painted by different (here I would so love to say, I ache to say artists) 'groups', with different 'themes'. There's the USA Soccer Dragon (go team! - oops, sorry), there's the 'Happily Ever After Dragon' and so on. There are actually some cool ones done in mosaic, or with a really original themes (2 years ago it was Bears, and someone actually stole the "Love Me Tender Elvis Bear"!! - the town is yet to get over the shock). It's all for a good cause, because at the end of . . . ? hmmm not sure - all the lovely rich people get together and have a grand dinner and auction and bid on the "oh so cute and 'pleasant' dragons" and all the money goes to the United Way and everyone is happy with themselves. What they do with the damn things I have no idea...

Oh! My point? Yes, sorry. Well undeterred by the overwelming sweetness, dodging women in pink track suits and french manicured toes with children whose shoes cost more than my entire closet, these kommando soldiers fearlessly were deployed on the most 'pleasantest' of dragons, AND outside a very popular coffee shop. I am proud to say never did they blink, or shirk their duty and remained standing proudly as I managed a quiet get-a-way in the barney-purple-soccer-mom mini van, feeling honoured to have been associated with them.