Here There Be Dragons Mountains
Well, another fine mess you've gotten into… I am The Dragon of Treadleonia. I live in these mountains. I must eat iron to maintain my fiery breath, which is necessary to me as I protect the Magic Orb of Treadleonia. I detect that you are not here to steal the Orb, so I will allow you the chance to leave alive. However, you must either forfeit five sewing machines to my hearty appetite, or, you can take a chance on The Test of the Dragon's Milk. In this test, you must drink a cup of Dragon's Milk, a non-alcoholic, non-caffienated, low fat, no sugar soft drink preferred by dragons everywhere. However, you must choose between two cups. One has the Dragon's Milk, the other a really icky poison concoction. If you choose the wrong one, it will make you so sick you will barely be able to crawl out of the mountains and you will have no strength to carry any sewing machines at all, so you will have to leave ALL of them behind… Oh, I am a nasty dragon!
Souvenir ice cream soda cup from the Treadleonian Apothecary Convention of 1874. Solid gold, worked with an outline of an apothecary's bowl and pestle in precious stones (rather nifty and refillable at any Treadleonian Drug Store for half price… yes, drug stores in Treadleonia still have soda fountains.)
A finely beaten chalice of silver with gold trim and rubies, featuring a souvenir picture of the Treadleonian Royal Castle (not to be confused with the hamburger chain of the same name).
(Treadleonian Dragon courtesy of Kate and Marti Johnson. Kate is Marti's daughter. She drew the dragon. Marti is quilting it. The quilt's title is "Mystical Dragon". It is still a work in progress. Many thanks for allowing us to make it part of Treadleonia.
Captain Dick)