Cautiously, the producer approaches Flame on the film set with a troubled look on his face. Since his last encounter, he learns to maintain a respectful distance.
Flame studies him through a slit in her eye, displays a toothy grin and waits expectantly.
“Too many of our sets have recently disappeared in a puff of smoke.
“And due to budgetary restrictions, I have to replace you with a computer-generated image of a dragon.”
Flame encircles the producer’s body with her red scaly tail and carries him off. “Let us talk about it,” he shouts as his voice fades into the distance.