The Fifty-First Dragon By Gawaine Le Coeur-Hardy

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In the bold short story, ¨The Fifty-first Dragon,¨ by Heywood Broun, Gawaine le Coeur-Hardy is the most perpetuate young boy at his knight school. He may be tall and bulky but when it comes to being thrilled about something, anything, he does not prevail. Gawaine does not put forth any effort to become a skilled dragon slayer. When his slaying tally is at forty nine dragons, Gawaine runs into his first dilemma: he forgets his magical word. If I had the opportunity to learn about dragons and begin to slay them, I would be overjoyed. This brings me to say, Gawaine le Coeur-Hardy and I diverge when it comes to enthusiasm or being a good pupil, however, we are both very forgetful.
Enthusiasm can be a character defining element to one’s personality. …show more content…

To be forgetful is not a trait of a bad student. I am forgetful in ways that don’t affect my academics. Gawaine, however, is forgetful in a different way. Gawaine is forgetful in the manner that I think even his brain has gotten lazy. He demonstrates this when the headmaster tells Gawaine the “magical” word rumplesnitz. Within the hour of headmaster telling him this magical word that is supposed to assist in the slaying of dragons, Gawaine forgets it. How could Gawaine forget a word that defines life and death for him? Also, when Gawaine was in the midst of trying to slay his fiftieth dragon, he forgets the “magic” word rumplesnitz again! The dragon, a sly fellow, almost gets away with tricking Gawaine into letting the dragon make a meal out of Gawaine in exchange for the magic word. Gawaine finally becomes sensible and slashes his sword through his fiftieth catch. My forgetfulness shines through every other Sunday. When I’m at my dad’s house, the laundry basket that my father tells me to bring to the laundry room remains full and neglected, leaving a void in the laundry room only my dad’s unnecessary rage can consume. I receive a call a few minutes after I arrive at my mom’s and answer the phone only for my loving father to berate me. It’s not my fault, I have other things on my mind, like remembering to bring my dog’s stuffed lion that my family calls her monkey. (Long story short, my mom

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