“What is a dragon?”
“It’s a horrible monster. Don’t you know the picture in the Schaak Gallery of that creature running its neck out through the slit in the rock so as to devour the two donkeys?”
“Yes, I know the picture. But that creature is blue.”
“Oh,” she said hopelessly, “it’s no use trying to tell you riddles, you don’t understand.”
“Yes, I do,” he cried eagerly. “I understand perfectly and I assure you that I like very much. Dragon is ‘drachen,’ n’est ce pas?”
“Yes.”
“And you are as one?”
“I ask why am I like one?”
He looked particularly blank.
“You are perhaps hungry?” he hazarded.