Early one morning, you pull down your favourite cup, only to find a small dragon, curled up and sleeping contentedly inside.
Confused and still half asleep you take the cup outside to empty the dragon carefully onto the grass, then return to rinse your cup and make coffee. The next morning he is back, curled snuggly inside the cup as before and you repeat the process.
After a week of repeating this process you make him a little bed complete with whatever pocket change you have left over from the day to give him a little treasure hoard, he is ecstatic with his new treasure, but nevertheless every morning when you go for your coffee there he is; snuggled up inside the small cup.
Another few days pass and when you decide to move his bed into the cabinet to see if he’ll choose the cup or the treasure, and for some reason he values the cup more highly than his treasure. You aren’t upset, in fact you find it quite endearing, you had been having trouble finding a reason to get out of bed each morning until this little dragon showed up. You decide to place the cup inside the bed, and offer it to the dragon as his latest addition to his hoard. You think to yourself that if he’s going to stay this dragon will need a name and you start sorting through several intimidating, dragonly names before finally deciding to call him Folgers; after all, the best part of waking up is Folgers in your cup.
That pun was heinous, I love it. Very well done Darling.
