Storytelling
I hail from a small province, outside the great country of Disney, named Orlando. After growing to a towering height of 5'6", receiving several scars to the left shin, and dining at a fabulous restaurant named Garden Café I found Orlando had little else to offer. So I packed my few cherished belongings into a blue steel canoe and paddled upriver to the village of Gainesville.
After a long and tiring journey, Gainesville found me a tired heap of protein, including such amenities as dirty cuticles and mosquito-ravaged clavicles.
Before long I happened upon a magnificent sight of bright green and yellow, illuminated by neon. It was my savior. I called it "El Indio."
The great Indio poured vegetarian goodness into my sleepy tummy and awoke the malnourished and slightly parched dragon within. For so many years the dragon suffered from severe boredom, only occasionally nibbling from such trees at the great mac n' cheese elm and the weeping noodle tree.
Now the great and fiery dragon lay eternally satisfied in its shallow den, knowing that the Indio will always provide with bounty and variety.