An Orc named Grugg, with teeth so green, Declared, "I'm fastest ever seen! I'll beat that Dragon, puffing smoke, In a race that's quite a joke!"
Young Ethan, clapping tiny hands, Smiled at Grugg from sandy lands. The Dragon, Ignis, scales of red, Just sighed and gently shook his head.
Grugg zoomed off, a blur of might, Then stopped for berries, juicy bright. He dozed beneath a willow tree, "That Dragon's slow, no threat to me!"
But Ignis flew, a steady pace, Across the sky, with smoky grace. Grugg woke and saw, with sinking heart, The Dragon nearing the finish start!
He sprinted hard, with all his force, But Ignis won, a different course. Consistent strength, a wiser plan, Than fleeting speed, for Orc or man.