He still wanted to retrieve the egg, in greed he was still ensnared.
How foolish he was to want it still, and yet not he cared.
How could he release it from the tree, the egg was hard to get.
He pondered upon this from behind the boulder, a plan began to set.
He could throw a stone when timed correctly, setting the egg free
And he could make a dash for his boat, but sunk he knew it to be.
So that would never ever work, until he raised his boat.
So down and down he crawled and climbed like a slinky stoat.
Down to the spot where his boat rested, he raised it from the muck,
And much to his chagrin, the craft was fully stuck.
Heaving with all his might, as the might dragons scrapped
He pulled the bow out of the stony muck but the stern was trapped
Split in two his boat now was, oh how his luck was out
He needed wood and glue to fix it and make it more stout.
For he remembered why it sank before, the egg sank it in the slough
To fix it he found the powder mixed with water made great glue.
As for wood, he took some limbs knocked down by the squall.
In to boards he split the wood with the tooth of one dragon tall.
After he fixed his boat, he climbed back up to the summit.
And watched as a dragon’s tail hit the egg and made it plummet.
Down and down the egg had fallen until it hit the ground.
At once it split in two and no more did the cries resound.
But a flash of lightning and the ground trembled and shook,
Thunder came from clouds and next he couldn’t look.
A twister whipped up and carried the dust into the caves.
Now looking the bone fragments retreated in waves.
The dragons stopped fighting, and each one grabbed its half.
Both retreated to the caves, the traveler had to laugh.
“That was the whole reason for the battle? Over silver and Gold?
Each wanted one wanted its own half, the one of fire and of cold.”
