Ongoing Saga of St George and the Magnetic Dragon

St. George wasn't the sharpest spear in the King's Court.

In fact, he was considered something of an idiot. This was primarily because his best friend was a dragon. Which was not thought particularly proper in the medieval days of knights and castles.

The dragon's name was Perceval. And as far as dragons go, he wasn't a bad sort. He never intentionally scorched anyone. Only when he ate onions. They always gave him heart burn which
resulted in scorching belches.

Perceval's biggest problem was his magnetic attraction. Early in life he gorged himself on tasty lode stones which turned out to me magnetized. And the power never left him.

No knight, while dressed in armor, dared come within ten feet of Perceval. To do so brought them within range of Perceval's magnetic power, causing them to be swept up and locked against
his rib cage. Not only was this terribly embarrassing but it required five strong men to pry the knight free. One to pull him loose while four rolled on the ground laughing.

St. George avoided the problem by going around in his long underwear...which didn’t require wearing belt buckles, buttons, a sword or anything else metal.

This choice of wardrobe was still another reason people considered St. George to be lacking something upstairs. However, he knew what he was doing. He was very fond of his dragon but didn't want to become too attached to him.

One sunny afternoon, St. George in his long underwear and Perceval, doing his best to stifle a flaming belch caused by eating a hamburger with onions, were wandering through a meadow.
Suddenly they heard a trumpet blast at the edge of the woods and the king appeared, dressed in a shirt of metal mail.

He was limping badly and it was obvious he had fallen off his horse again. He did this quite regularly. At least several times a month.

No one paid much attention to St. George and preferred to ignore Perceval. In fact, the King's entourage was so busy trying to impress His Majesty with their sympathies that they paid little attention to anything else.

Despite St. George's warnings, they came directly toward Perceval. Before anyone could react, the King's armored shirt, together with the King, swept across the meadow and became
attached to the dragon's rib cage.

No one knew what to do so they panicked. I mean here was their King plastered against the side of a dragon in a most un-royal and undignified position. It was simply unheard of.

Read the exciting conclusion of why the King refused to be rescued and how Perceval received a medal of high honor that almost strangled St. George.

Saga of St. George & the Dragon continued

Finally, someone thought to call for the King's strongmen. At least that was their intention until the King yelled out, "Anyone who tries to pry me loose from this dragon will lose their head. For the first time since forever, I am totally free from pain. I feel wonderful. I fully intend to remain attached to this dragon for at least an hour. Of course the King's word is law. So all the people could do was suggest that St. George lead his dragon back to the castle until the King requested that they be parted. When the King was finally pried loose he felt so good he ordered a dance to be held that night in honor of St. George and his dragon. The only stipulation being that St. George had to wear something besides his long underwear. The King even danced that night, he felt so good. And he honored St. George by placing a huge medal around his neck, naming him a knight of the square table. Not quite so prestigious as being a knight of the round table but St. George was excessively pleased. That is until he walked over to show the medal to Perceval. Suddenly the medal, along with St. George, flew up against Perceval's rib cage. In fact, the force was so great that St. George would have been strangled by the medal's rope around his neck if a quick thinking guard hadn't drawn his sword and cut it in two. Finally, when all the commotion settled, people looked at the medal and decided that it looked rather nice on Perceval. And after all, he was the one who really deserved it. So the King decreed that Perceval should wear the medal and also appointed him a member of his medical staff. Which throughly annoyed all the King's wizards and doctors. But from that day on, anytime the King experienced pain, he would put on his armored shirt and attach himself to Perceval's rib cage for an hour or so. And that is how magnetic therapy originated. -------------- Aren't you glad that magnetic therapy is available to you without having to attach yourself to a dragon? Simply select one or several of Dragonstone's exceptional dragon-quality magnetic products and you too can feel like a king.

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