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Howdy, people *O* Please sit down and taste the fresh warm pizza. We have five different flavours - pepperoni, tuna and shrimps, ham and bacon, ... Oh, you want me to start telling the story? Sure *o* No problem *O*
Let me see - where was I ... Oh, yes. Amaritza and I were flying towards the Emerald City of Oz.
I could feel that Amaritza was very curious as to what Johnny and I had been arguing about. But since I didn´t wanted her to dump me unceremoniously - and rather dangerously too - while flying over the treetops I tried to skirt around the subject. Which is difficult to do with a smart inquisitive dragon who is set on knowing what has happened to her darling boy.
Did I mention Amaritza is crazy about Johnny? Well, who isn´t *o* Eh, no, please don´t answer that question ... Let´s leave those poor people in peace. They don´t know what they are missing after all -o*
But Amaritza and I finally arrived outside Oz. And Amaritza changed into her human form. She does that from time to time. So people will not notice her, she says. Which sounds silly to me ... Seeing she is over six feet tall in her human form. Gorgeous looking. With flaming red hair. Green eyes. Breast the size of ... But as Johnny usually giggles when she changes shape "At least she doesn´t take up so much space looking like that" And I must admit - she is in great shape that way.
The munchkins - being only about three and four feet tall themselves - of course stared at her with their mouths hanging open, though -O*
After five minutes walk through the narrow crowded streets of Emerald City Amaritza and I entered the wizard´s palace. An elderly thin man opened the door and presented himself as the butler. A  Mr. Jackson. But same butler also told us that the wizard wasn´t at home to visitors. Amaritza started rumbling that he was either home or not. But I had heard that phrase before and calmly asked if there was anybody else we could talk to.
And then simply asked whether or not Johnny had been there. Describing him as a bit taller than me, slim, dark hair and eyes ... "Totally drop dead gorgeous looking" Amaritza interrupted. ... now dragons are notoriously not that good at polite small talk. ... and being so powerful as they are I can very well understand they don´t have to be. But it is irritating all the same !!!  ... even when she is perfectly right -o*
"Oh, yes" Mr. Jackson nodded. Smiling for the first time and becoming decidedly friendlier in his behavior towards us. "Very nice, polite young man, I must say. He wanted  to see the wizard too. But ... to be frank - my lord has been at a dinner with mayor Hopkins and bishop Carmichael today and he ... The master was almost asleep on his feet when he returned from that. So he is taking a very long nap. ... somehow - after hearing that the wizard wasn´t available right away - Johnny talked me into - I mean, Mr.. Depp, of course! I am so sorry, Ma´am!"
Here I hurried to comfort the man. Saying "Johnny" was fine. That was what said Johnny liked to be called any way so that was as it should be.
"Yes, he said so himself" the butler agreed - smiling a little - and then continued "Anyway - he persuaded me to let him wait in the kitchen. Said I might be able to help him instead since I worked here and knew what lord Albemarle is capable off. And that he - Johnny, that is - was also a bit tired and could use some coffee, a chair and a cigarette ..."
Here Mr. Jackson had the decency to look embarrassed. The wizard Albemarle - who is no more lord than you and I - is famous - or should I giggle IN-famous - for not being able to magic himself out of a wet paper bag. And his fellow wizards doesn´t think that much of him. 
"He isn´t capable of nothing!" Amaritza grumble. Again being right ... And not that polite. Or grammatically correct? But I pretend not to hear her and asked "Do you happen to know what Johnny wanted the wizard to do for him?" Wishing at the same time that dragons wasn´t so irritatingly - e-m-b-a-r-r-a-s-s-i-n-g-l-y - fond of the truth!
Mr. Jackson looked nervously at the tall female. Probably guessing what she really was by the small gusts of smoke coming out of her nostrils with no help of a cigarette or some other tobacco product. Then he decided not to hear the insult to his master and answer me instead. ... brave man, come to think of it *o*
"Johnny wanted to ask lord Albemarle to give him some courage. ... he said, he knew, the wizard wasn´t able to give the lion some nerve, when he came to Oz with the rest of that little gang way back when. "But that is so many years ago" Johnny said. And that there has been quite a lot of progress - invention and discoveries - in magic since. ... and there has been. But I had to tell him he could not get courage that way ...
"Why didn´t he ask Raist - Raistlin Majere, that is. Or Merlin ... Fizban or - or Gandalf! One of the really GREAT wizards!!! Or ask the dragons´ Magic Counsel ? They would have been quite happy to help him !" Amaritza was about to spit fire. What was her beloved very smart Johnny thinking of!?! Going to a fifth rate magician, when he knew the great people.
I smiled a bit. Thinking my Johnny never did what one would expect him to do if he could help it. ... and at the same time I doubted any of the above mentioned could have handle the trick. Give him courage magically, I mean. Well - maybe Fizban. Some said he is really a god - in his spare time ... And maybe Raist could ... He was one amazing individual! But that ... sweet tease probably wouldn´t *o* Would say it wasn´t a magical problem. With his charming little crooked smile.
Then Mr. Jackson seems to feel he ought to defend both his master and his friend Johnny - as I said; a brave man - by saying "Excuse me, Ma´am ... (here he took a really deep breath. Dragons are dragons after all) ... as I also told young master Johnny ... Courage can´t be magicked up like bunny rabbits out of a knitted cap. Or bought ... It comes from the heart !! ... and I also told him I am sure he has plenty of heart and probably also courage already *o*"
Yet another man ... living creature -o* - fallen for my sweet´s colossal charm *O*
Then he added "Johnny didn´t get mad at all - as I had expected him to be, to be frank. Just nodded and said "Perhaps you are right. I think Meeps did try to telling me something similar. But I was too mad to listen at the time ... Thought that what she really wants - but is too polite to say out loud - is a real man ... Big and strong and manly and - and - and capable of kicking a bit of ... You know!""
I sighed. It was exactly as I had feared. Here I was - loving my sweet, gentle cutie pie - and his beautiful head seemed to be too thick at times to take that in. Sometimes, at least *o* To realize that I do love him exactly as he is. Not that big - only moderately strong - just right *o* And most of the time more interested in getting along rather than kicking anything. ... or anybody? Or anybody *O*
"Unfortunately - just after that - bishop Carmichael´s stable hand Brent came in and sat down to shoot the breeze as he sometimes does. And he told us he had just heard a story from a traveling shoemaker ... About a dragon called Yackatoota Jenkins. Who is supposedly guarding a princess called something like ... Irma Husgood? At the Moonray Castle at Lake Seanazie - that´s about ten miles south of here. Of the Emerald City, I mean.
And that dumbsky Brent unfortunately used the words "It will be a brave man, who goes up against that there big gold dragon ..." ... and I am afraid our Joh - eh - your Johnny took him up on the challenge ... He left to fight the dragon ... Saying as he left through the back door something about even princesses needed to be free to smell the air and feel the sunshine or something like that ..."
Here I got so scared I had to sit down for a bit ... Most dragons are friendly creatures ... If you treat them nice. Just like humans, I guess. But once in a while a dragon gets it into its head that it absolutely has to guard a princess or a treasure or ... what ever. And then this dragon is ready to burn, maim or kill anybody who wants to change that ... It makes me scared just thinking off it - considering what dragons are able to do when they want ... Again just like humans, I guess.
Could you please wait for more of the story until tomorrow - so I could compose myself a bit? You could *o* ? Well, see you tomorrow then *O*