Dragon King Patrols the Heavens

"Little boy, little girl, stop playing and come eat!"

The old man called out as he carried a plate of scrambled eggs with chives and a plate of salted fish to the table. Turning around, he saw his grandson and granddaughter sprawled over the windowsill, their buttocks sticking up as they stared intently at the sky. He could not help laughing. "Looking for dragons again today? Find one?"

"No..."

The little boy clutched the windowsill with both hands, jumped down from the bench, and hung his head in dejection.

Ever since they had seen a great dragon during rain on a clear day, they had hoped to see one again. They watched from the window every day, yet their wish had never come true.

"You can't see dragons on rainy days. They only come out on clear days."

The sky was a murky gray on overcast days. Where would they find clouds that looked like dragons? the old man thought.

"Didn't Grandpa say yesterday that rain was the Dragon King spreading rain, so you could only see him on overcast days?" the little boy asked.

"Ah, well..."

The old man patted his forehead.

He was getting old. His memory was poor.

He had only used that line to placate them yesterday, yet he had forgotten it today.

"Look, there's another dragon!"

The little girl rose onto her tiptoes and pointed into the distance. As if some mechanism had been triggered, the little boy shuddered all over, climbed back onto the bench in three strides, and immediately formed his mouth into a perfect O.

There were clouds even on overcast days? The grandson's expression was so exaggerated that the old man could not help growing curious.

Three heads, one large and two small, crowded out the window, and all three were