My Dragon Story

Prologue (written 07/07/17)
Thirteen years ago, after a really bad experience at an online poetry site, I started a board of ‘my own’. A change in platform caused our site design to be destroyed so we, with great sorrow, closed the Peaceful Pub and reopened it with another web host.  I could fill volumes with the joys and the sorrows I’ve experienced during those thirteen years; someday I might but for now  I go through the many rooms of that site, reminiscing as I salvage a pitiful few special posts out of the hundreds of thousands of special posts that live there.  To be more precise here are today’s stats:

Community Statistics

Community Time: 07/07/17 06:16 PM (Use Community Time)

Founded: Sep 03 2004

2489 Avg visits per day
3047 Avg views per day
1,564,193 Total visits
13,011,566 Total views
607,701 Total posts

So what does that have to do with dragons?  That, too, is a long story, but I’ll try to cut it as short as possible.

The Peaceful Pub was never advertised.  It was like Topsy, it just ‘growed’. There was a magic to the place, or maybe just a benevolent hand from heaven on our shoulders. There were many who came and didn’t care for the family atmosphere and we bid them adieu and good wishes without regret.

The ones who stayed, oh my,  they are a part of my heart. A quick nod to those who have gone ahead to set up Poets Corner in Heaven.  Maire (it’s Maire, not Marie,) was the first of our family to depart for that far off shore. How we loved that talented poet lady.  Her memorial pages are here: Simply Maire
Then there was Jim Hartsell (Wintersong), a dear and talented poet, writer and abused children’s advocate via his work in Washington State Social Services.
And there was Willowdown. His pages are here:

So what does that have to do with dragons?  Everything.  Willowdown adopted each and every one of his fellow pubsters, and we adopted him. He was an Englishman who lived in Thailand. He spent his time writing, and painting murals for the mutilated children of war who lived at  The Redemptorist Vocational School in Pattaya.

One year he sent Trinimade (of course from Trinidad…we were an international site)
and me, twin dragons.  He named them before he sent them. Trini’s was named Eragon
and mine was Little Nag.

Today while I was tearfully saying goodbye to the posts in the Prose forum I came across the story of Little Nag’s arrival.  There are more than a hundred Little Nag stories at The Pub,
but I will share this one:

Little Nag Moves In  by smzang  (posted 08/09/10 09:41 PM)

Little Nag has moved in lock, stock and barrel.  The first day was easy.  He was hungry and sleepy.  I fed him and after what seems like hundreds of pierogies and a couple of cups of rice custard were devoured, he climbed up on my shoulder and nestled against my neck, blanketed by my hair which smelled of coconut from the previous night’s shampooing.  Apparently he was allergic to the coconut.  He sneezed twice and then went to sleep, his right front foot still keeping time to the music I was listening to.  At first the tickling was a terrible distraction,  but soon that and the music lulled me off to sleep and the two of us spent the rest of the day in the recliner.

Today was a whole ‘nother story.  Little Nag must be related to stone dragons.  Before I had even awakened, he’d eaten half the rocks out of my aquarium.  He is such a tiny creature, I don’t know where he put them, nor the three large bowls of oatmeal that he ate with apples and cinnamon and fresh cream.  When it was gone, he burped and went back to sleep.

While he slept, snoring gently as the babe he is,  I went online again to find out what baby dragons do all day.  It said they like to play in water, so I made him a cottony bed in a jewelry box and put him in my purse (he didn’t even turn over, just kept on snoring)  and off I went to the store to buy a gallon of purified natural spring water.  I fashioned him a pool and even put a plastic lotus blossom in it.  Then I made him a pair of miniature swim trunks. Partly to show off and partly to please him, I put the embroidery attachment on my Singer sewing machine and appliqued a likeness of  Little Nag himself on them.

When he awoke,  he ate the lotus blossom,  took one look at the swim trunks and said,  “Are you nuts?  First rule of this house is:  You don’t meddle in the affairs of dragons,  for you look crunchy and would taste good with ketchup.”

I dashed back to the Internet to see if sassy dragons was a topic that’s been covered by Wikipedia.  It was not,  but I did read that dragons are very intelligent.   “Aha,” I thought,  “I will reason with him.”

“Nag, ”  I said in my firmest voice,  “You are the baby,  I am the mommy.  If you sass me again,  I will buy a dragon pen,  and keep you in a cage until you learn to behave.”

A huge tear dropped from his eye.  He began to melt away right in front of me.  I caught him by his hind foot just before he would have turned totally to mist.  I held him cupped in my hand, petting him and talking soothingly to him.  Slowly he became visible again. He leapt from my hand onto my shoulder and found his special spot under my hair.

In a tiny dragon voice he said,  “I’m sowwy.”

and I said, “I’m sorry too.  I would never put you in a cage but you must promise never to put ketchup on me and crunch me for a snack.”

“Okay,” he said with a dragon giggle, “but what’s for lunch?”

The Nag and Eragon stories  continued for several years and as I return to the ‘demolition derby’ that is happening at The Pub, I will salvage as many of them as I can.

I thought that Willowdown’s response to this little snippet was particularly noteworthy:

“he likes fish – you must have noticed the fish bones!
ps. forget the swimtrunks
did you never hear of The Boxer Rebellion?”

And Trini’s too:

“I absolutely love this Sarah… even as I write Eragon is next to me blowing tiny wisps of smoke from his nostrils. He’s made friends with my little ceramic frog called Sapito, but I have not introduced him as yet to Marble and Tawny… that I shall have to write about.


I thank you for taking part in my farewell to The Peaceful Pub Interactive Forums.

A group of our Peaceful Pub founding members continue the Pub’s legacy at



15 thoughts on “My Dragon Story

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  2. gwendrina

    Dearesti Sarah

    What a gorgeous essay reminiscing on the life and legacy of the pub! I ,too, share with you so many fond and endearing memories. It was my second home and always there was the light that kept burning night and day beckoning us to come in with its friendly flame. I loved the story of “Little Nag” by Willow, so creative and human in its own way, the character of this tiny dragon. I can see why you adored it as well as all the drawings and writings of Willow. But beyond that, there is the community of poems we participated in and you allowed us to build. There are many tears to shed but there are new doors that open and we still come together at a new blog. Thank you Sarah for sharing this — it echoes with beauty, endearment and enchantment!

    Take care

    1. Wendy,

      Thank you so very much for being here! We have shared many years of poetry,
      and I pray we’ll share many years to come. I hope every one who reads these comments will check out your work.

      BTW, Little Nag sits on my desk. He’s very still until I go to sleep and then, so I’m
      told, he turns into a full size dragon and roams the valley helping damsels in distress.


  3. trinimade

    Hi Sarah, this is bittersweet. The memories are precious, and Willow is all around.

    Thank you for those wonderful times and may we enjoy many more.



    1. Maryse,

      So very happy to see you here. Little Nag and Eragon have been keeping in touch and who knows what those two are planning. Maybe we will have to do a collab on their latest adventures.


  4. walkingindarkness1

    Hi Sarah,

    It will take me a while before I figure things out and readjust. It seems to take me a while to navigate new terrain. You have always been the glue that held things together, the oil that kept the light burning, and the pioneering spirit that looked ahead into the future to forge whatever path needed to provide a safe place for this family. I am deeply grateful for your steadfastness and for the people who have gathered around you. Thank you for letting me know of the change in time to download what I could and to bring me along into this new venture. In His Grace Wayne ,(WID)

    1. Wayne,

      You are generous and kind!

      I must tell you I was so fed up with our previous location for reasons I won’t go into here, except to say that their new ‘weed sites’ was a huge factor as well as the ever changing platform. Still, I had not decided to open a new Pub until Douglas asked a question about blogs. That was on July 3rd. I was mulling it over when I glanced down at the bottom of the page and there was a quote from you:

      “Build up, tear down, and build again”

      That sealed the deal. BTW, I copied all 800 of our Bon Mots to the new blog and that one is among them.

      I have made a screen shot of how to post and will email it to you in about 2 minutes.
      You are all set up to post.

      Thank you for sticking with our group. It matters.


    1. So glad you are learning of us. We were on another server for 13 years and now we are on WordPress, for many years to come, we hope. Thank you for being here.


  5. I am so sad to hear about the loss of your wonderful community and site. I can’t imagine how painful it would be to lose all those years of memories. Thankfully, you have been able to salvage a few. The story of Little Nag is delightfully whimsical and a pure pleasure to read, written with skill polished by love and experience. I hope you keep writing more stories like this.

  6. Thank you, Cubby,

    You make my day with your empathy and your interest.
    Thank you for reading our story and for taking time to comment.
    It means the world.


  7. Dear Sarah,

    I was reading your post again, and it brings back so many good memories of all the pubsters. Of course your dragon little Nag story made me smile again. Thank you for all you do, my dear friend.
    Love, Francina

    1. Dear Francina,

      I’m headed for Poetry and Art, but before I go, I wanted to thank you for your comment. It warmed my heart. We miss you at the Pub. My thanks for sharing your work and supporting that of others. You always give my spirits a lift. ❤ Sarah

  8. BoardFlak

    I like this story. In some ways it reminds me of the little dragons in my poems Daddy’s Companion and Daddy’s Companion – One Year Later, and the short story The Leftover Dragon. However, I think yours is more clever.

    My board still exists on Tapatalk, but I only go back there when I’m trying to find something and can’t remember the title. I search by a word or phrase and usually find what I want. The only thing I have never found is the first part of a short story wherein a couple were trying to book a guide for a Safari. The guide to whom they were talking was a slightly confused sort who hated zebras. I should have a copy of it saved, but I have not been able to find it.

    Speaking of dragons, one of these days I still intend to finish The Dream Lessons, the fifth Blade and Natalie story. When (not if) I do, I will email it to you.

    1. Thank you, Michael,

      I remember those stories; your characters were so real.
      I’m looking forward to reading more..and to rereading
      the originals if you’ve a mind to post them.


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