Pieces of gold trinkled down from the pile as Shmelgra landed atop it, warming it with her fiery belly. From the pile she gazed out across the city, through the panoramic window surrounding her chamber at the top of the tower. The architects had questioned what the purpose of this tower would be; it hardly matched the aesthetic of the rest of New York, but for the price Shmelgra paid, they didn't ask too many questions. And now that the tower was complete, the dragon would simply eat the architects and reclaim her stolen gold.
Shmelgra called her broker to inquire about her investments. The thought of willingly giving up her gold made her stomach churn, but the idea of so easily gaining more gold outweighed her jealous grip. After the broker, she called the foundry foreman for a report on the bullion production. Naturally Shmelgra had her dividends distributed in gold metal, which she had processed through the tower's foundry, built deep into the earth so as to utilize the natural heat of the Earth's mantle for smelting. Lastly the dragon called her rancher in Montana. She'd be hungry later and wanted to ensure a large herd would be ready for dinner.
After all her afternoon calls, Shmelgra took a fiery nap until dinner time. It's hard work being a dragon. Especially a dragon in New York city. As they say though, "if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere." And Shmelgra had certainly made it here.
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