The dragon let out a mighty roar, and hovered his foot over the washing machine, Noah’s only way home, as if he was a judge, deciding whether or not to sentence someone to life in prison. The dragon lowered its head, as if to challenge Noah.
“Miss Sockerson! Are you-” at least ten Sock-People, likely looking for Sockina came out of the forest, but froze at the sight of the Sock-Beast. Noah walked towards the dragon. He held out his hand, and gently placed it on the dragon’s snout. The dragon’s breathing slowed.
“The best way to defeat your enemy,” Noah muttered, “is to make them your friend.”