"I'd never seen anything like it... never."
"A swarm of crazed Great Yarmouth Sprites actually tore a dragon to pieces... a real Romanian Longhorn Dragon! The flames it breathed melted Old Egger's stone mill outright!"
Rooney Pet waved his arms as he sat in the most conspicuous seat at the bar, spittle flying from his mouth. Curious listeners crowded around him, and their shining eyes filled Rooney with immense satisfaction.
"Were they really Great Yarmouth Sprites? Could you have been mistaken?" a customer questioned.
"Impossible!"
Rooney slammed his beer mug heavily onto the bar, his face flushing red, whether from the alcohol or rising excitement. "Great Yarmouth Sprites are a variant of Cornish Sprites. They're both pale blue, with big eyes, and less than ten inches tall. Aside from flying around and playing pranks, they can't even beat an owl... How could I possibly mistake them!"
"No one doubts you, Pet!"
Another customer hurriedly tried to smooth things over. "It's just that this sounds too unbelievable... A group of sprites tore apart a dragon? Even First University's sprites shouldn't be that formidable!"
"Maybe the Romanian Longhorn Dragon was simply too clumsy to deal with those nimble little pests."
Someone else analyzed, "Didn't the Golden Star Hunting Team lose to a swarm of Amazon Army Ants during the third round-robin stage of the Zeus Cup last year? If that Romanian Wild Dragon had been a more agile Swedish Short-Snout Dragon, perhaps it wouldn't have been restrained by the sprites."
"How could sprites possibly compare with Amazon Army Ants! One has a danger rating below one star, while the other exceeds five stars. They aren't even in the same league!"
"Even if that Romanian Longhorn Dragon had stood perfectly still, how could a swarm of Great Yarmouth Sprites break through its scales?