Maybe he Wee Willy be but, nonetheless, tis said, "This mightly little ailfen boy hunts for the Dragon's head!!" Wee Willy has upon his feet the skin with which he twas born, upon his head he wears a hat, his dark brown locks are shorn. His stance be least two pixies high, but, "Never", there be said, "a greater knight in all faeland than Wee Willy; so don't be misled." Wee Willy, come, O let us go into the canyons deep, for there to find the mighty beast; with luck.... he be asleep! Wee Willy grabs his sword in hand, the hand with steely glove, and, forth he goes to find the one of which Legends speak of. So now, in canyon shrouded mist Wee Willy, fearless, treads. For here to find his destiny in smokey dragon beds. And as Wee Willy descends the cave of the mighty Dragon Beast, his heart begins to shed its armor for what his eyes did feast. As Wee Willy looked about the cave amidst the smoke and gloom a wondrous sight for all to see, of a baby dragon in bloom. This wee small thing with pointed ears and a spiny pointed tail did look upon our mighty Wee Willy and quickly began to wail. As Wee Willy went to comfort him, he at once did comprehend, no Dragonslayer twas he, at all, he'd just became the Dragons' FRIEND. Written By RHamric 7/27/98