The dragon peered at the glass, both this way and that, closed his eyes for a moment and thought.
"Tell me this, sweet child-- are you drinking it down, or filling it up?"
She wrinkled her brow, not understanding what that had to do with anything.
"Mother," she retorted, "always said that it is impolite to answer a question with another question."
"Mother," countered the dragon, "probably missed the point of Great Questions."
She wrinkled her brow further. She thought that perhaps the dragon had just insulted her mother, but wasn't quite certain how or why.
Confused and angry, she shouted "I don't understand half of what you say!"
The dragon merely smiled in response.
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After some time had passed, the princess heard the dragon snort. Was the dragon laughing at her? He was evidently trying very hard not to laugh out loud, but seemed unable to completely contain himself.
"And just what is so funny?" snapped the princess, still feeling rather wounded.
"I think... sweet child... that you begin to understand?"
"Maybe," the frowning princess grudgingly agreed. "But only half!"
With his eyes filled with tears, the dragon smiled at her in admiration, and then laughed so hard that he rolled down the hill.