There was a buzz in city. The streets smelt of Chinese spice and stir fry vegetables as cookers worked over gas burners in little marquees. Red paper lanterns were strung up and gold steamers waved above the crowds.
Music echoed, drums beating and cymbals crashing. Gasps rose from the people and they parted like a breaking wave as along the road came a golden dragon. He was rising and falling with the beat of the music. Bells that decorated his flashing scales tinkled and his yellow mane blew in the breeze.
He fixed his large eyes onto the crowd then downwards as a child darted before him. The dragon regarded her slowly then he opened his mouth wide. The child placed a red envelope on his tongue and the dragon clamped his teeth shut.
A joyous cry roared through the crowd. The dragon shook his head and started to dance once more, welcoming the Chinese new year in.
The Story Files 
Is it that time again? When is it?
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Okay, I’ve just answered myself. Today. And it’s the Year of the Rat… which makes me smile for reasons that’ll become more obvious later in the year. A wonderful coincidence.
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That’s good! 🙂
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Today!
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See my next comment. As usual, I jumped in without looking 🙂
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Loved the fire brigade’s take on a dragon, as they used a fire extinguisher at the front and someone at the back with a bucket of compost for every time they stopped and did a little shiver. Hilarious. As for stir fry and my skills at getting the content of the wok all over the cooker, including lots of bean sprouts looking like worms across the kitchen. Oh well, it turned out edible and that’s what counts, right?
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Yes that’s what counts! Glad you enjoyed my story. 🙂
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