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

Apparently, my grandfather was a noted adventurer. He had traveled through many worlds, freeing them from despots; rescuing kings and queens; romancing witches. He had quite the life. 
 
 He died a couple of years ago, and his funeral was rather interesting. An eclectic bunch showed up from all over the cosmos to pay their respects. There were knights in armor, wizards in their robes, the whole nine yards. I almost looked out of place in my suit and sweater vest. When most of the gathering looks like the cast from an old school RPG, the grandson with the accounting degree becomes the outlier. 
 
 Things got stranger after the funeral, when the executor of the estate ( who turned out to be some very powerful wizard from a planet in the Andromeda Galaxy ) pulled me aside with what he deemed `` an urgent inheritance.'' I was intrigued to say the least. In his hotel room, I was informed of the large financial windfall coming my way. 
 
 But there was a catch. I now had the responsibility to tend to my grandfather's pet: a small dragon. Had it not been for his tail and long neck, he'd have been no bigger than a toy poodle. The executor/wizard explained to me that he was a dwarf species, and that the Andromeda Galaxy is swarming with very large dragons. He offered to show me around. I politely declined. 
 
 My grandfather named the dragon Drexel. Apparently, they were tight. During our trip home, from my granfather's final resting place in upstate New York, to where I lived in northern California ( for obvious reasons, we drove ), Drexel was flat the fuck depressed. 
 
 It took a couple of days for him to acknowledge my presence, or even eat. We were halfway back to California on I-80 before he even showed interest in food. It was french fries. He started to warm up to me after I got him a large order of fries at a Burger King. Drexel really started to like me when we got back to California, and I gave him his first hamburger from In-N-Out. 
 
 After that, we began to bond. I learned he could breathe fire, which came in handy for cookouts, and I even taught him how to shag golf balls for me at the driving range. We also went to a couple of Raiders games together. A man with a dragon on his shoulder did not raise any eyebrows there. 
 
 It would be about a year later that Drexel and I found our true calling. 
 
 I set up a hydroponics operation in a rural part of Colorado. It surprised me how easily I raised the money, but I think when a lot of the potential investors saw Drexel they decided to do whatever the hell the guy with the pet dragon asked of them. 
 
 Business has gone very well for the operation. Drexel is now famous, as the mascot for the most successful legal marijuana growing operation in the country. 

