Stone Trail Patrol

I marched down the porch steps and claimed the mossy garden path as my personal runway! With my chainsaw held firmly across my chest, I hopped from one damp gray stepping stone to the next, keeping my wings spread wide for balance. Ahead of me, a tiny snail was slowly crossing the third slab. Instead of stomping past, I carefully wedged the flat edge of my chainsaw bar beside it as a protective guard rail, hopping cleanly over the stone without disturbing its trek. A fierce dragon knows how to clear a trail without causing chaos!