Finally. Yesterday my dad bored a hole in the my wall. So after 4 months laying on the shelf, my swordcarying dragon finally hangs on the wall. I hear you thinking: Four months? Yes four months. How did I get this little gray dragon? That's a long story...oh wait it's very short.

Four months ago, my brother went to Greece. Afterwards he brought home some gifts for everyone of us. How happy we were, he got home with presents... Well my mother got soap, my dad some liqueur. And for me there was a big package. I said 'Is that for me?!' He said it was. 'Oh, by the way, I've got another piece in my bag.' Oh my god, no way this is for me. Well there was this big box with a gray dragon and the smaller package -from my brother's bag- was a small sword. For four months I asked my dad to bore a hole into my wall to get this beauty on the wall. Four months! When my brother got his room all renewed (is that a word?), I got a hole in my wall. I'm so happy.