Anyway... My Dragon people lived peacefully with the rest of the earth's species for thousands and thousands of years. But too slowly we noticed changes. The other magical animals, those similar to us, died out, mostly from boredom; and yet somehow ol' "monkey/man" hung in there and just kept growing, changing and doing that 'evolving’ thing. Over the years, man lost his smelly and hairy appearance which he replaced with scratchy wool clothing and even smellier perfumes named after overweight ex-actresses. The humans didn’t know when to stop breeding, either. Europe got so crowded so fast, that to protect our privacy as Dragons, my family decided to split up and spread out. Some of us flew to China where the wisest of humans accepted us as good-luck deities.       My uncle Seymore flew to what is now Mexico where the local Aztecs honored him and dubbed him Quezyqtl, (pronounced KWEZ-EE-KWAT-TUL), the feared winged serpent god. Seymore was worshipped and fed a lot of Mexican food (the hotter the better) but he was pretty much left alone as a sign of respect. He totally dug it. Others from my kind took to the skies in search of peace and wide open spaces. Thanks to the jet stream, they flew high and traveled far only to discover the sparsely occupied Pacific Northwest coast of what is now called North America. A few Native Americans lived there in harmony with the forests and the ocean. These serene people revered our Dragon people as ‘Thunderbirds’. We were considered to be all-powerful sky spirits. Cool.