The worlds tiniest dragon must defend its hoard, a single gold coin, from those that would steal it.
You cautiously reach out and attempt to take your change. You tug. It holds. You tug harder. The dragon lets loose a tiny, protective growl.
"Ma'am, no - ma'am, you have to take the dragon, too."
The seller notes your dubious expression. "Not from around here, are ya?" They shrug. "Them's the rules. Take the coin, take the dragon."
They wait expectantly. Wondering how the world has so suddenly gone mad, you slowly hold out your hand.
The dragon perks right up. It scambers from their palm to yours with the coin clamped in its jaws and scales your sleeve with sharp little claws.
"Have a nice day, ma'am," The merchant says. "Spend him soon, now, you hear? at another booth, if you can. He likes to travel."
From its perch upon your shoulder, the dragon lets out a happy trill
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