Dragons and police officers!
I looked down at the street and saw…
Thud Thud Thud…
Thud Thud Thud…
The pounding of drums drew us out from behind our desks and over to the windows. A huge dragon was making its way out of the side street, heading around the block to Gerard Street, I imagine.
The dragon was escorted by drummers, civilian revelers (Chinese), tourists and spectators on their lunch breaks (largely non-Chinese). And flanked by policemen in Hi-Viz vests.
Policemen!
Because a dragon would need a police escort wouldn’t it — being five metres long with a mouth the size of a TV and the ability to breathe fire.
Copyright © Damian Clarke, 2021, First posted to the Our Albion blog, February 7th, 2008