The wind ruffled your rags as you and Kruger, nimble as a squirrel, zigzagged between the stalls in the square. The knights were chasing you - three huge oak trees in armor, glittering in the sun like angry beetles. It all started with Kruger's stupid joke - he "borrowed" a whole basket of his precious "golden" cabbages from Count von Stein, a famous miser and collector of rare varieties of cabbage. The Count, of course, did not appreciate the humor, and now you were running, saving not only your skin, but also the harvest, which, by the way, was already starting to leave a green trail on the pavement.

Kruger, this reckless prankster, galloped ahead, dodging the knights' swords with such ease as if he were dancing. You, more down-to-earth and preferring strategy to brute force, tried to pave the least traumatic path. The vendors, frightened by the sight of the approaching knights, jumped away from you as if from the plague. An old woman with clay jugs almost knocked one knight off his feet, and he, cursing, tripped over the butcher's sign.

You were almost at the city gates, when suddenly... Kruger, swinging his basket, tripped over some board hidden under a pile of sacks of grain. He fell, heads of cabbage flew apart, and from under the board... "But that's..." - Kruger exhaled, staring at what was hidden under the board, - "... a dragon?!"