Harry came in yesterday saying that there were some teenagers across the road that called him over one of them and said “Do you want to stroke my dragon?”.
Harry thought he said “Do you want to taste my drugs?” and said “What??”
Again the lad said “Do you want to stroke my dragon?”.
Now, if someone in the street said that to me, I would automatically assume that was a euphemism for something dirty, but these were kids, and, yes, they really did have a dragon...a real live, living, (non fire)breathing dragon.
Komodo to be precise.
Harry stroked it and said it was nice.
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