Family Matters and a sneak peak at The Lazy Dragon · 1:40am Aug 25th, 2017
Singularity Dream made a blog post in which he declared 'Family Matters' is no longer an acceptable title for ponyfic. He should have known better. 
Challenge accepted and passed on to all of you. Thinking about writing one with peaches in it. Cry havoc and loose the dogs of literature! Wonder if we can get multiples in the feature box at once.
Below the break is a sneak peek at The Lazy Dragon of Dragonvale and other stories, where I plan on putting my G-rated read-to-the-children stories. Enjoy!
From Darkenator How To Draw A Sleeping Dragon on DrawingHub.com
The Lazy Dragon of Dragonvale
Seeds
Once upon a time, there was a lazy dragon. He had always been lazy. He was the last dragonling to hatch in the nest, the last of his brothers and sisters to grow up, and when all of his nestmates flew out into the world to build their hoards, he remained sleeping in the cave. Or at least until his mother got tired of tripping over his tail, and kicked him out.
"Go find a village to pillage!" she called out as Lazy tumbled down into the rocky valley.
But he did not hear, because Lazy was still sleeping. That is, until he hit the ground.
Lazy opened one eye and looked around where he had landed. This place was not as nice as the cave. There were sharp rocks. There were itchy bugs. And there were no gems to nibble on whenever he got hungry. He wanted to go back to his cave, but it was a long way up the mountain, and it would have been a very tiring flight.
So he set off to find a village to pillage. Something close, with no armored knights to fight, or castle walls to climb. That would have been too much work.
Eventually, he came across the perfect place for a village. It was nestled in a green valley where two large streams merged into a slow-flowing river. There were trees nearby for the villagers to build houses with, and rich, dark soil to grow their vegetables. The wind whistled merrily through the air, giving a pleasant breeze that kept the hot spring sun at bay, and bunches of berry bushes clustered on the nearby hills. There was just one thing missing in this village.
Lazy settled down on the sunlit green grass to think. There should have been a village here. He could have pillaged it by now, collected up all the gold and gems, and found a cave to put his new hoard. That way he could sleep some more. He liked to sleep.
So he went to sleep until the next day.
When he woke up, there was still not a village to be pillaged, and he was getting hungry. Fortunately, there was an old pony passing by, pulling a wagon.
“Hey, you,” said Lazy, because he was too lazy to chase the pony. “Where is a village around here?”
“There ain’t no villages around here for quite some distance,” said the old pony. “It’s a shame too, because this is such a nice place.”
That gave Lazy an idea. The nearest village was a long walk away, so why not make a village to pillage? Or better yet, have some ponies make it for him, because that would be easier.
“This is a village,” said Lazy. “It’s just very small.”
“Really?” The old pony looked at Lazy and shook his head, making the bells in his hat jingle. “What is this village named?”
“Dragon… uh… Vale,” said Lazy. “Dragonvale, that’s it.”
“Dragonvale?” The old pony looked around. “A real village has farmers. Did you eat them?”
Lazy drew himself up and tried not to look insulted. “No! I only eat gems and gold. Ponies would get stuck in my teeth.”
“Hm,” said the old pony. “I might be able to get you some farmers, if you promise not to eat them.”
So Lazy agreed not to eat the farmers, and the old pony left.
Several days later, a small group of ponies came down the road and stopped in front of Lazy, who was awake for a change. “Excuse me, Mister Dragon,” said the tallest pony. “My name is Stringbean. Is this the village of Dragonvale?”
“Yes, it is,” said Lazy with a puff of smoke out of his nose. “You must be the farmers. Go ahead and farm,” he added with a wave of his claws toward the rich dark soil of the river valley.
“Actually…” The tall pony looked embarrassed. “We don’t have any tools to turn the soil so we can plant our seeds.”
That was a problem for Lazy. If the farmers could not farm, they would leave, and Lazy would have to make the long trip to another village to pillage it for gold and gems. Still, all they needed was the dirt turned up, so he got up from his nap, went out in the field, and proceeded to scratch and claw the ground until he had turned up all of the fields, leaving the fresh dirt exposed for the farmers to plant their seeds.
And he went back to sleep.
Family Matters, eh?
Good luck with the feature box hat trick.
Oh, by the way, for my editors. I've got a link to Lazy Dragon in my index document.
I like this lazy dragon, I can see it become a good ruler of the town.
I do like this lazy dragon. Can't wait to see more of him.
I had someone explain to me that lazy people get things done, because when you get it done quick and get it done right the first time, then you have more time to be lazy. It's true.
It takes a lot of work to be lazy. Sometimes even more than the alternative.
Are you planning to post the rest of this story here on fimfiction, or somewhere else? I can't tell from your blogpost. If somewhere else, please let us know, I can't wait to see more of this.
4647766 Yes, soon. I'm waiting on the artist who drew the dragon to get permission, OR to get another artist to use his template (which is called how to draw a dragon, so that's OK) to produce a cover art. The story is 2500 words more or less, and is done except for polish editing. Also, it's short enough, I'm considering doing a reading, with my deep voice for Lazy and my normal voice for the rest of the ponies.
I've also got More Precious Than Silver or Gold that I need to find a good 'infant cadence' cover picture for, because it has been polished up pretty well and is about ready to hit the publish button.
And I need to get my Bronycon2017 note out before it turns into Bronycon2018. Busy, busy...