A cranky, old dragon heats my house. I realized this the first winter. We set the temperature and could hear him in the basement: click, clack, click, rumble, squeal -- and heat.
Despite the rumbles and squeals, the old dragon worked well. However, you could tell the days when he wasn't happy. His squeals grew louder and stopped in mid-shriek.
BANG
The door to his secret room slammed closed.
One day he decided he'd worked enough. He let us know by squealing louder than usual before stopping without even slamming his door. We hired a wizard tech to get him back.
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