(15:50) You tell Nepos 'don't you have to write a story to get into the valar?' (15:50) You tell Nepos 'can't you do it if you want to?' Nepos invites you to the valar race. (15:50) You tell Nepos 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO' (15:50) Nepos tells you 'some outdated info I guess?' Well, I wrote one anyway. As told to two real little boys one night at bedtime. They insisted on the ending. Long ago the people of Laketown lived in houses on stilts over the water. Then a fierce dragon came and attacked the people and scattered his fire over the town. A brave archer fired his black arrow at the dragon's weak spot under his arm, and he landed in the water of the lake. The dragon died but crashed into the middle of the houses on the water. It was so big, that when it rested on the bottom of its water, its body was out of the water. It was so big, the people could not move it. So instead they moved the town, and let the dragon's rotting body remain in the lake. The rain and the winds and the sun rotted the body, and only the bones remained, sticking up out of the lake white and ghostly between the pilings from the old houses. There were two little boys who lived in Laketown. One day they walked down to the lake behind the houses and found an old boat pulled up on shore. The boat was filled with holes and water, but the boys worked hard to patch it up. They paddled the boat out to the old town, to see the bones of the dragon. The old pilings from the houses stuck out of the water, and the boys carefully rowed the boat closer and closer. They paddled the boat right to the dragon's skull, where the teeth were still sharp as daggers, each one as long as their arm. "Let's take one!" said the first little boy. They paddled their boat closer, and started pulling on a tooth. They rocked and wiggled and yanked, and the tooth fell into the bottom of the boat and stuck there into the wood, standing upright like a statue or a figurehead. The whole skeleton moaned and shook and rattled. Then it began crumbling into dust as the power and terror of the remains of the great dragon Smaug flowed into the stolen tooth. The two boys paddled the boat away as fast as they could, with the dragon's tooth casting a long black shadow in the setting sun. Even one tooth from a dragon has great power, and it began whispering to the two little boys. "Take me to the treasury of the King Under the Mountain. There I will show you great riches" But the first little boy said, "It's telling us to make bad choices!" And the second little boy shouted, "Throw it away!" So they threw the tooth into the bottom of the lake, and lived happily ever after.