Gold Digger

Laurie glared, hands on her hips. “What I don’t understand is why you were tunneling under my house in the first place.”

The mine-captain twisted his cloth cap in his hands. “Can’t help it, miss. We‘uz diggin’ fer gold, miss.”

“Under my laundry room!?”

“Might be as how we’s a bit lost, miss.”

“Well, fix this mess and get a move on! Of all the nuisances…”

“Er, miss?”

“What?”

“You’ve nowt seen a dragon about, have ye? Big scaly fellow? Breathes fire? Bit evil?”

“Why would he be in my basement?”

The mine-captain shrugged. “Never can tell, with dragons, miss.”