A Dragon's Trout Catch

A young man is cursed by a witch and becomes a fish, unable to let anyone know of his fate. He is discovered by the female dragon inhabiting a small lake deep in the heart of Brazil, surrounded by cliffs. Despite his protests and cries, he is swallowed whole and descends into her stomach. As the dragon plays, rolls, and relaxes, her body breaks down the cursed fish, eventually digesting him. In the morning, the dragon uses the restroom and is none the wiser to her earlier meal; thankfully, the story ends without her continued knowledge of her fateful snack.

The entire ordeal had been quite traumatic for me. I'd been fishing in that lake my entire life and never once had I caught so much as a nibble! And then out of nowhere we were swimming together, just enjoying each others company. She seemed like she was having fun. I'm not sure how long it went on for but it felt like an eternity before I realized that I wasn't breathing anymore. All I could see was light, but everything else was dark. Were my eyes open or closed?

I could feel myself being pulled somewhere; it felt like I was floating down a river. And then suddenly all of that changed! It felt like someone had given me an enema without telling me about it first! I tried to swim free but there was nothing but more of this strange liquid filling my gills. At least now *something* was happening again; after what seemed like an eternity of nothingness, I couldn't be happier to have anything at all going on inside me. The liquid tasted different than anything I'd ever tasted before but I couldn't really tell you what it was like because it hadn't even occurred to me to taste anything yet!

After my initial struggle it became obvious that there really wasn't much for me to do except continue with whatever this new existence had in store for me. So after some time passed and things began to settle down some more, I started thinking about who lived here... This area was full of magical creatures so who's to say one wouldn't have taken up residence in this lake? As soon as that thought entered my mind I could feel things beginning to move around inside me again; luckily it didn't last long and things settled down quickly enough so that thoughts could continue flowing freely through my brain again. So who could live here? A troll? A goblin? Or maybe even a fire breathing dragon!

That thought alone nearly caused panic to set in again, but thankfully I managed to keep myself under control. After all, what would creating panic accomplish? If something bad was going on then panicking would certainly make things worse... if anything good were happening then panicking would only ruin what very well might be a one in a lifetime opportunity to experience something truly wonderful... Either way panic probably wouldn't be helpful so it's best if you stay calm and figure things out as they go. That's what I told myself... But seriously though! What if this thing decides to breathe fire on top of me?! What if she decides that eating me wasn't such a great idea either?! How am I supposed to get out?! Now that these thoughts are occupying space in my brain there's no telling what might happen next! Maybe this thing has already eaten enough fish and is ready for something else now! Maybe she just ate another human being last week or yesterday or today or tomorrow!! Maybe she'll decide that eating me won't change anything for her; after all she's already eaten me once now so maybe she'll just turn around right now and bring me back up into her mouth again!! Oh god please no!!!!!!!!!

Even while experiencing these thoughts they were still easy enough to recognize as irrational fears and worries (after all: why would anyone want to eat themselves?) but even so they were hard enough to keep at bay that they didn't last much longer than those which came before them... Or those which followed them after they'd passed on through my brain. After some time passed those fears subsided along with any other worries which may have occupied the same space within my mind during the interim (which is usually hard to determine since there isn't always any perceptible break between them). Soon enough though there were new ones taking their place: *How long has this gone on already!?* *How many more minutes will pass before this ordeal finally comes to an end!?* *What's going on outside!?* All kinds of questions took turns occupying space within my head throughout this entire experience; most made little sense while others were quite rational particularly when viewed from a certain perspective... But then sometimes the reverse would be true: sometimes the irrational fears would take hold while the rational ones stayed hidden away within the recesses of my mind until a later time when they'd be needed again. Eventually though even those fears checked out too: Why worry about getting killed now when you're already dead? Why worry about getting eaten later when you've already been eaten? Why worry about running out of air when you can no longer breathe anyway? Better not waste your breath worrying about things when staying calm will allow you to enjoy whatever this experience has left in store for you...