Small town was buzzing with excitement. The advertisement on radio, television and on street corner hoardings promised unveiling of a replica of the great ancient flying dragon.
“Come have a look; take a picture” the advertisement said, “entry fee minimum; children and seniors free.”
“What in god’s name is this thing?” A asked his friend V looking at the replica of a giant prehistoric flying creature, “what does this stand for?”
“This is a part of our history and culture,” answered V, “ this flying dragon symbolises our monetary prowess and military might.”
“Money I can understand,” A answered, “why else anyone waste so much money on this ugly monster; but military, I doubt!”
“You will never understand,” V scoffed, “this flying dragon avoids detection by radar.”
“Why do I need this?” A asked, “when I can simply send a precision missile and destroy these dragons from a distance?”
“These boys are raising too many questions?” observed an event manager, “break them up.”
“You boys take your picture and keep moving” a stern looking security incharge intervened, “there are others waiting.”
With a sigh, friends exited the show.
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Photo Credit: C E Ayr