Aptly-named dragon

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"Mmm, what's that you say? Have I seen your what? Koo-koos? Nnn- Oh, cookies? I admit, I don't even know what one of them is.

"But I'm sure if I'd seen it, I would have let you know.

"Yes, I'm sure. No, I don't think I'm confused at all! Why do you ask? You're looking at me kind of strangely...

"No, I haven't hit my head. I think I'd remember something like that. Thank you for the concern, though.

"What do you mean, 'what's that under your wings?' I don't know, I mean, is it really any of your business what I keep under my wings? They are my wings, after all.

"They're not your koo-koos, though, I'm fairly sure of that.

"I can't say I'm incredibly happy about this third degree you're giving me.

"Yes, of course. I'll keep an eye open for your koo-koos. If I see any, I will be sure to let you know right away.

"I've got a little what where? On my head?

"Oh, well yeah. But that's not a koo-koo. It's a gross-tasting, um, toadstool cap. I was saving it for later. And no, I didn't find it in your pantry, nor did I find its family there.

"Honestly. It's like you don't trust me."

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