The Bedminster Dragon
Angus and Francis
A trip to a friend’s turns into a “history” lesson.
Transcript
What story shall we tell everyone about Bristol? How about the time the silver ball from @Bristol escaped? No, no, no! Let’s tell them about the time Cabot Tower turned into a rocket! No, I’ve got it! The tale of the Bedminster Dragon!
Dragons. Famous from Arthurian legend. Protected jewels. Killed by warriors. That sort of thing!
One day we were at school as normal, when our friend asked us to his house after school. We said yes. And so that day we trundled off, after school, to Bedminster. Because that’s where his house was!
It was fun. Yeah it was quite good, but that’s not important. When we left, that’s where the fun starts.
basically, we didn’t know Bedminster all that well, so our friend said he’d take us to the bus stop.
But when we got there, he ran away! He was really edgy! Frank didn’t know why he ran. Til Angus explained it to me. “I know why he ran away.”
“Why”
“The Bedminster dragon!”
“The what?”
“The Bedminster Dragon. Haven’t you ever wondered why mining stopped in Bedminster? Years ago there were mines in Bedminster. However, as they chipped away at the stone they woke up dragons that had been asleep for thousands of years! One dragon scampered up to the surface and ate all the miners!”
“Woah! Has he had his till?”
“Well, up until now he’s been full. But rumour has it he’s hungry again, and is looking for food.”
“Looking? When?”
“Every Monday at 7 o’clock.”
“What day is it?”
“Monday”
“What’s the time?”
“S..S.. Seven o’clock.”
Luckily for us we got on a but. We never saw him. But we never forgot the feeling of absolute terror when we thought about the Bedminster Dragon.
