Delectable Dickensian Drama: Artful Dodger, Pocket-picker and Slayer of Dragons......

.... (if Dickens were a fantasy writer, that is)

D is for Discombobulation....

What if Dickens' most infamous pickpocket had been cast as the reluctant squire of Fagin the dubious knight? If his calling card to Oliver had been Hic Sunt Dracones instead of Consider Yourself ?

Instead of picking the pockets of the wealthy, the Artful Dodger and his ragamuffin troupe would have lined their pockets with the gold kept in the dragon larder.....though slipping in and out of a dragon's cave wouldn't be nearly as easy as sliding the greased wallet from the breast pocket of an aristocrat.

Not so sure how well he would fare going fisticuffs with a fire-breather..... or what other diabolical plan ol' Fagin would cook up for Dodger and crew....

Now, if the dragon was 'pocket-size', perhaps Dodger would feel quite at home.....

Though Dickens, as a strong supporter of Realism in Literature, would probably spin circles in his grave if anyone so much as breathed the notion of dragons in his direction.

Mea Culpa, my dear sir, I mean no disrespect.....

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