There was a dragon in Times Square wearing a Hawaiian shirt and taking pictures.
Times Square was crowded enough at the best of times, but a dragon on the sidewalk was a different matter. The pedestrians were forced to cross the jam-packed street to avoid it. The dragon itself didn’t seem to notice. Looming over the throng of people, it kept its serpentine eyes fixed on the billboards and the lights. Humans were so clever.
One man did not avoid the dragon. He slipped through the throng and leapt over the dragon’s tail effortlessly.
“Tourist,” he muttered, with a sigh.
Author’s Note: Walking through Times Square fills me with a particularly homicidal rage. Enter dragon.