Tiny dragon thing shakes off the deadtime the way a dog shakes off water. It stares at the glop of time ooze lying on the floor and puffs a few cotton-ball sized piffs of fire at it.


Then it sets out to explore!

It romps past the people talking about exciting family reunions...

past the snarling giant wolf woman...

past one candy-nomming pony...

past another candy-nomming pony....

and around in a circle again.

Somebody ought to stop it before it gets dizzy and starts hiccuping fire again.