[ WP ] Due to a mistranslation , you now need a valid dragon to enter Israel

'Sir, I must say you made a decent attempt, but no a Komodo dragon is not a valid dragon' 
 
 *God dammit not again*. I rubbed my temples, airport security could n't go one day without giving me a headache could they? 
 
'Listen young man, I've been to Israel seven times with with this Komodo dragon before, and they've always let me trough. Will you please check with your supervisor?' 
 
 The officer sighed and rung up his boss. *oh yeah you sigh*. I could feel my jaw cramp up. Clenching your jaws at security officers was a bad habit of mine, but then again ruining my day was a bad habit of theirs, so I figured it evens out. 
 
 After a few minutes of hushed phone calls and checking out the angry looks of the people waiting in line behind me with their dragons ( bearded dragons, can you *believe* someone would even try? ) the officer looked up again and waved me over. 
 
'Okay mister Schmidt, since you're a returning visitor to the country I can let you trough this time, but let me warn you dragon policy got a lot tighter the past few months. You might want to upgrade.' 
 
 *Upgrade? Who do you think I am? Bill freaking Gates? You go buy a genetically engineered actual dragon. * 
 
 I just took my passport and nodded, not wanting to spend another second with that schmuck. 
 
'On a trip to the Holy Land?' The lady at the metal detectors asked cheerily. I forced a smile:'visiting family miss, but the old lass likes to travel as well.' 
 I patted the cage and a forked tong poked through the bars. *I hate you*. 
 
 The only benefit in flying to Israel these days was of course the lack of people on the plane. Four or five at most ever came up with a freaking *valid dragon*, and having twenty rows between me and the next passenger was a godsend. The stewardess at the gate smiled friendlily as I wheeled Bella through. *Of course they ca n't go in the cargo hold, I need to present my valid dragon*. 
 
 Luckily the other passengers did n't feel the need to sit next to me. I settled down, a blanket over Bella's cage, these 12 ours might be enjoyable even. 
 
'Ladies and Gentlemen, we ask you to relocate to the back of the aircraft, a rather large travel validation will soon be entering.' 
 
 The intercom crackled as my fellow passengers and I looked at each other quizzically. *How large is that thing that I have to got damn move? * 
 
 As I got up and wheeled Bella down the isle I could hear the stewardess: 
 
'This way mister Gates, we will fold the chairs down for your validation to sit.' 
 
 
 First time responding to a prompt, if the formatting is off I'm on mobile for this one, if anything else is off I'm drunk and it's the middle of the night here. Hope you enjoyed! 

