Lunch was simply corn.
After harvesting the fruit corn grown by the evil dragon Lance, it turned out to be exceptionally succulent. She devoured twelve in one sitting.
The evil dragon Lance gorged himself on more than twenty.
She tossed the stripped cobs to Marley, the hell hound, who merely grinned at her without indulging.
"Isn't corn tastier than big bones?" she mused aloud.
"Dogs love big bones, but why snub corn cobs?"
Marley, contemplating the newborn dragon's presence, engaged in a brief discussion between his two heads before deciding to mischievously nip at the baby dragon's tail.
"Don't really hurt the baby dragon; just a gentle bite," Lance cautioned.
Should Marley actually bite, Lance would undoubtedly consider a rabies vaccine a necessity.