[ WP ] A man and a dragon cooperate to run the most successful farm in the region .

`` Oi, Franco!'' The call came from a tall, older fellow carrying an old wooden crate. 
 
 Franco raised his own hand in greeting and waited until the tall man ambled a bit closer. 
 
 `` Oi, Jamison.'' Franco leaned over the fence he had just repaired. The wood creaked but remained standing. He thumped it once with his hand and smiled. Good work was it's own reward. 
 
 `` Brought you peaches. Marge said we're gon na get a haul this year.'' Jamison tilted the crate and showed the fruit, `` Should be good for pies.'' 
 
 `` Appreciate it, here.'' Franco took the crate as it was passed over the fence and set it down at his feet. As he looked back up he saw an all-to-common look in Jamison's face, `` Ah, do these peaches perhaps precede a favor?'' 
 
 `` Aye.'' Jamison nodded, `` We got this stump in the new field. Jonny's tried to get it out but it's an old stump and the roots...'' 
 
 Franco smiled and nodded, `` Well, ye best be talkin' to Geargamist about that. I assume that is who you are after.'' 
 
 `` Aye, tis.'' Jamison took off his hat and rolled the rim through his fingers, `` It's just that, well, I'd appreciate it, if you would, perhaps...'' 
 
 Franco shook his head, `` It not be right to treat a man like that, nor a dragon. Ye ask him for yourself or you ask not at all.'' 
 
 Jamison looked up with pleading in his eyes. 
 
 `` But, seeing as these are fine peaches and a stump is a stump, I can go fetch him for yah. Perhaps if you have a few cows to his liking than you may arrange for some fields to be plowed come spring as well. You've seen my fields, only took him half a day, you know. Claws like that were made to plow, I tell you.'' Franco picked up the crate and winked at Jamison, `` Now, stand your ground, neighbor. Geargamist will be around shortly. Try not to run.''
