Well, here it is, my first attempt. Please, have mercy on me, English is not my first language. If you find some mistakes, please tell me, and I'll try to correct them! Thanks!
Hot StuffFa Deng was unbelievably ungrateful, Mushu thought.
Ok, he was beheaded, but it could have gone worse. Like if he was… er… well… It could have been worse.Mushu got out the Ancestor’s Temple, the First Ancestor still shouting against him and his misguidance.
Misguidance!It was not his fault if Fa Deng’s neck and the hangman’s axe went into collision. Probably it was destiny. Nobody can go against his destiny.Anyway, the Ancestors have demoted him from guardian to, well, gong-ringer.
Mushu went down the path, holding the gong on his back, where it oscillated with a metallic sound.
He reached the small artificial lake in the middle of the garden, then he wedged the gong between two paving stones and he perched on it.
He looked his image into the water, rolling up one of his whiskers around his claw.
Suddenly, he thought that, if he had been dismissed, there was a positive side! He would have been free from his guardian duties, and could finally had the time to have fun with his fiancée!
Mushu put his chin on the palm of his paw, and sighed with a dreaming smile. She was so beautiful! The prettiest female dragon in the whole Chinese empire… He was lucky to have her by his side; she was not the kind of dragon you meet every dynasty. Flame-red, wiggly, passionate.
Hot, in a word.
And she was a Guardian, too… Not that he thought that dragonesses should have stayed home cooking noodles all the time, oh no; but she was really, er, independent. Hot-blooded, uninhibited. And she had such a
temper… She was a firework!
Mushu sighed again. He was sure their ardent passion would have been an everlasting fire.
Some smoke got out his mouth due to emotion. When he first saw her, languidly lying on his protégé’s shoulder, his heart went up in flames.
She had done a wonderful job on the Emperor’s older daughter, he heard the Ancestors say.
The princess was in great trouble, with an old nobleman who wanted to marry her in order to assume the Emperor’s throne.
His little sweetie saved the Emperor’s throne from the usurper, and the princess from dishonour, thought Mushu, in a transport of pride.
He jumped down the gong, determined to go and see his girlfriend.
He combed his hair with his claws and fastened them with some spit, curled his whiskers, then sprayed some incense into his mouth against halitosis. The incense-flavoured spray was a tool he inherited from Fa Deng when he, uhm, he didn’t need it anymore. Deng always used that before a date with a girl. Not that he dated so frequently, but… Oh, well.
He spit on the old gong and scrubbed it with a circular movement of his arm. He mirrored himself into the metallic surface.
He was pretty hot, he thought. He breathed a small flame, just for fun.
Yes, he thought,
he was definitely hot.
Walking proudly, he reached his fiancée’s temple. He mirrored himself another time on a shiny gravestone, then entered the temple. What he saw made him burn with anger.
His sweetheart, his beloved girlfriend, his life-love, was passionately French kissing his best friend, Ping the lizard!
“
Ping! What’s goin’on there?”, Mushu said, shocked.
“Uh, I…” Ping seemed confused. He smiled apologetically.
“You’re a
lizard! How could you dare kissing a drag…”
“Well, Mushu”, the dragonesse said, arching an eyebrow. “He could even be a lizard, but he’s a
wizard with his mouth.”
Mushu’s jaw falled to the floor.
The dragonesse smiled, maliciously. “
You never did that tongue thing.”