The walk is tiring and hot. The walls of dark trees press in on you and you feel oppressed and trapped. You long to feel the air upon your face once again and then, caught in a sort of drowsy stupor, you trip and fall flat on your face in the mire. For a moment you are tempted to just lie there and rest but a feeling of unease causes you to sit up and look around.
    There, watching you from a short distance away is a pair of light blue eyes. You catch your breath as a medium sized dragon stalks out from among the shadows. Remembering your earlier encounter with the man-eating plants you stumble to your feet and flatten yourself against a tree. "Please don't eat me!" You gasp, sweat pouring down either side of your face.
    The dragon continues to approach you until it has shoved it's face right up into yours. It nuzzles you and then a long crimson tongue snakes out and brushes your cheek.
    "Ugh!" Cries the dragon, backing up. "Humans, bleh. They always taste like they've rolling around in the mud."
    You can't really argue since this isn't far from the truth. Instead you do the first thing that comes to mind. You bolt.

   Behind you the dragon is yelling after you. "Sheesh! It's not like I was going to eat you!" It shouts at your receding back. "Huh, humans are so impolite!"