GarGar touched the wound on his forehead. It responded by giving him not a little pain. In fact, the sensation went from his forehead all the way down to his heels. “Ouch!” He shouted as loudly as he was able, which was’t much. “Do be careful,” he whined. The King sounded like a petulant schoolboy.
“Do be still!” Retorted Queen Pirouette. “How am I to nurse you when you keep squirming?”
“I want more dragon tea,” King GarGar said in turn. “I want so many cups that it makes me downright daffy!”