Once upon a time, in a kingdom filled with forests and mountains, there lived a brave knight. He was famous for fighting dragons. He had already defeated dragons with two heads, three heads, and even seven heads!
One sunny morning, as he rode through a thick, dark forest, the knight suddenly heard a strange noise.
Hiss! Roar! Grumble! Cough!
He pulled on his horse’s reins and peered through the trees. To his amazement, out stomped the biggest dragon he had ever seen. And not just big: this dragon had one hundred long necks! At the end of each neck, a head snapped, hissed, or sneezed fire.
The knight gasped. “A hundred heads?” He had never imagined such a thing.
Still, he was brave. He raised his sword and shouted, “Stand back, foul beast!”
But the dragon was having problems of its own. Each of its one hundred heads wanted to be the boss.
“Bite him!” roared one head. “No, tickle him!” squeaked another. “Set his boots on fire!” coughed a third. “Take a nap first!” yawned a fourth.
All the heads argued at once. The dragon spun in circles, its necks tangling into knots like spaghetti.
The knight tilted his helmet. “Er, do you need a minute?” he asked.
“ATTACK!” shouted one head. “No, RETREAT!” shouted another. “Where’s lunch?” asked a third.
The dragon stumbled, tripped over its own legs, and fell flat on its belly with a giant THUD! Dust and leaves flew everywhere.
The knight tried not to laugh, but he couldn’t help it. “So many heads and not one good idea!”
But just then, the ground shook again. Out of the bushes slithered another dragon, smaller but quicker. This one had just one head. Its eyes were sharp, its claws ready, and it knew exactly what it wanted to do.
ROAR! It charged straight at the knight.
The knight raised his sword, ready to fight, but the one-headed dragon was so clever and fast that he nearly lost his balance. CLANG! SWISH! The battle was fierce.
Meanwhile, the hundred-headed dragon was still rolling around in the dirt, its necks twisted into knots. The heads grumbled and shouted at each other:
“Whose tail is this?” “Stop pulling my neck!” “Ow, that’s my ear!”
Finally, with one last tumble, the giant dragon tied itself into a giant bow, like a ribbon on a birthday present.
The knight blinked. Then he burst out laughing. “You silly beast! You’ve beaten yourself!”
Even the one-headed dragon stopped and snorted, as if it couldn’t believe how ridiculous the other looked. It gave the knight a glance, decided this battle wasn’t worth the trouble, and disappeared back into the woods.
The knight sheathed his sword, still chuckling. He looked at the hundred-headed dragon, who was now hopelessly tangled.
“Here’s the lesson,” the knight announced to his horse. “Better to have one head that makes smart choices than a hundred heads that argue all day!”
And so he left the forest, shaking his head and laughing to himself. Behind him, the hundred-headed dragon sighed and muttered, “Next time, let’s vote properly!”