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The dragon smells the blueberries in your palm and springs forward. With one snap, he swallows them. You pull your hand back in alarm and count your fingers while he leans against the couch and licks his beak. "Mmmm, blueberries. Delicious!" He smiles and rubs his tummy contentedly. His eyelids start to droop.
"Ahem."
His eyelids pop open again. "Oh yeah, you want the key. Well, I'm the first half of it. The second half is the answer to a riddle. It goes..." He pauses, then scowls. "Darn it, I'm hungry again, and I've forgotten. But I gave a copy of it to the beaver, because I knew this would happen." He sighs. You glare at him, but he doesn't seem to notice.