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My final year in high school I took a class on world issues.  One day I arrived and my teacher started in to a lecture regarding leprechauns.  The entire lecture was about a small race of humanoid creatures that lived in Europe and the UK hundreds of years ago until they were chased away by humans.  At first we all laughed, but he continued on undeterred in the chosen subject matter.  He had maps showing the areas they had lived in and graphs detailing the population decline.  He had photos of remains that had been uncovered and detailed descriptions of how their anatomy differed from our own.  In awe we all spent the hour long class taking notes on the history of real live leprechauns.  When the bell rang, he instructed us to throw our notes away and be careful what we choose to believe.  Just because something is presented to you in an impressive way does not make it factual.  He encouraged us to always know the source of our information, to always question what we are presented with, and above all else to always think for ourselves.  I took that lesson with me to college and it is with me still.  If I find myself getting caught up in something that I'm not really sure about the validity of I tell my self to remember the leprechauns.

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(A few minor tweaks. Also cut one stanza at the start and added a new one at the end, taking into account some comments on the pervious version.)

Like a bird without wings
Or a dog with no bark
Life's tough for a dragon
Without a spark


While others breathe fire
With maddening ease
Poor Russell's best shot
Is a sad little wheeze


See, this odd-one-out
Is a breather of ice
And his being unusual
Comes at a price


He watches his sisters
Puff great plumes of flame
And hangs his malfunctioning
Head in shame


How he longs to take part
When they go out to raze
Hamlets, castles and huts
And set buildings ablaze


But he's not like the others
And never will be
So who then, thought Russell
to himself, was he?


Could he join with the birds
Since he knew how to fly?
Or live with the lizards
And give up the sky?


Or should he be something
Entirely new?
Now there was a thought -
But what could he do?


Then he dreamed up a notion
That scared him a lot
But it was by far
The best answer he'd got


When his flame-breathing peers
Lit fires all about
This frosty-breathed fellow
Would put the fires out!


Although he would surely
Be cast from his kin
The humans he saved
Would no doubt take him in


Among them, he'd live
As a hero of sorts
Although not much alike
He hoped they'd be good sports


So he packed up his things
And set course for a cave
From whence he could watch out
For people to save


Very soon, the day came
That his help was required
A quaint little village
Had been set on fire


He huffed and he puffed
And he soon quenched the flames
Then awaited the gratitude
Glory and fame


But none was forthcoming
In fact, he was shocked
To be dodging their arrows
And insults and rocks!


He'd never imagined
They'd bear such a grudge
When it came to dragons
They just wouldn't budge


No matter his efforts
To clear his bad name
They insisted that dragons
Were all the same


Poor Russell, dejected
Spent six months in bed
Then made a life building
Ice sculptures instead


Oh sure, he'd still put out
A village or two
Because it was simply
The right thing to do


But, as some beasts lit fires
And others were fried
This ice-breathing dragon
Was self-satisfied


Having learned not to live
To please everyone else
And aspiring instead
To be pleased with himself

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