“Well, do you have at least one dragon that can help us?” “Fine, come here!” A gold-brown SandWing stepped out from behind a plant, with one earring in his ear and in his hand he held a potato. “This is Potato,” Moonbeam said, pointing at the dragon. “Potato?” We said in unison. “Potato,” Frost said. “Potaaaaaaaaaato?” Tempest tried. “PoTaTo,” I said. “Potat,” Hail said. “Potato?” Moonbeam said. “POPATO!” Tempest cackled. “pOtAtO,” I said again. “Smol potat,” Frost whispered. “Potato?” Hail asked, unsure. “SMALLER POTAT!” Tempest shot back. “POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTATOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I screamed. “Microscopic potat,” Frost hissed, taking a challenging step towards Tempest. “I’m pretty sure that’s bacteria,” Moonbeam said. “Potatopotatopotatopotatopotatopotatopotatopotato!” Potato said, flinging his potato. POTATOOOOOOOOOOOO. Smol POTATO Potato Potato Potato! Potato. “Potato?” Frost whispered, holding out a talon. “Potato,” Tempest answered, shaking her talon. “POtaTO poTAto,” Hail said. “Popopotato?” I tried. “PoTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEETO?” Moonbeam asked. “What the heck are we even doing?” I asked. Everyone shared a glance, looking just as confused. “Well, Potato is the only dragon I can give you–” “POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTATO!” Tempest shrieked, laughing her head off. I backed out of the room into the halls, and was met by more chaos. Dragons were chucking potatoes at one another, screaming in potatonese. What the heck? “You know what? I prefer the room better,” I said, inching back into the room. Moonbeam sighed. “The name really does something to dragons. It’s really strange.” “Yeah… well I need someone to come and smack me right now,” I said. “I think I’m going insane listening to The Forbidden Word over and over.” “Noted,” Frost said. “Potato.” I screamed in agony. Tempest finally shut up, along with most dragons in the halls. I sighed. Finally, some peace and quiet. Potato sighed. “Who am I, really? What is my purpose of existence?” Moonbeam patted his back, trying to look empathetic, even though she was on the brink of tears from all the laughing. But seriously, it was something about the name that triggered dragons to scream potato at the top of their lungs like maniacs. Terrifying, yes. Was Potato slightly traumatized? Yes. Now it was time to put aside that weird moment and– “Potato, poTAHto, tomato, tomAHto,” Potato murmured, his tail lashing across the floor. Moonbeam promptly shoved him back into the plant. I watched, slightly startled. Maybe it would be better if I went to my new room while they figured something out, and I would be safe in case any sort of ‘potato’ thing happened again. - Uh don't worry I'm not going insane....
