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In a land far, far away, beyond eight kingdoms and three seas, on a green and grassy land, lived Wizard Willard. There, he kept his modest dragon farm with a few fairly decent specimens of different species – from his mighty red-crested fire dragon, to his ordinary steam dragon and finally a particularly rare pygmy flame-shooter.
A dragon farm like this was actually pretty unique because nobody had ever tried farming dragons anywhere before. Since prehistoric times dragons had lived in the wild, and Wizard Willard was probably the first to succeed in domesticating these living, breathing incinerators.
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Wizard Willard was a friendly, helpful man. He never refused advice or help to those who came asking. And there were plenty of people in need of help in the neighboring villages. Wizards had to abide by a strict law not to charge people for services rendered. Indeed, people had to be helped willingly and free of charge. Neither could wizards conjure up large mountains of gold or rivers of jewels for themselves. Hence, Willard had to cope with daily life just like any ordinary mortal.
Thus far, Willard had been growing vegetables as well as breeding beef cattle, and he had been picking berries and mushrooms in the woods. Now that he had grown old and his health was no longer at its peak, he needed to come up with new ways to make ends meet.
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