The dragon was already running late to meet with his friends and they certainly would not be happy. Flying at fast as he could,he sailed through every nook and cranny of the suburbs, flying expertly under clotheslines and between thin gaps of neighbouring houses.
Alas, to his bad luck, a bird flew into his path and hit into his face, sending off course and crashing through the dense trees of the park he had reached. Covering his face to avoid injury, he rolled, tumbled and fell his way out and recovered the moment he no longer felt branch or leaf beating against him.
When he opened his eyes once more, all he saw was laughter and camera snaps as it dawned upon him what happened. As a cool breeze went through his thighs, he gasped in shock as the tatters of his clothes fell off like shedded petals in autumn, leaving him naked in his briefs. His friends had seen it too and snapped a picture before he could leave in sheer embarassment.
(Ah well, moral of the story: fly into more trees-I mean, don’t be late and always keep to timing)