Dragons

The Mandarine Pine, a Chinese restaurant in Lewiston I used to visit, had the Chinese Zodiac on their disposable place-mats. My family used to argue about which animal is best, but there's really no point. The answer is so clear it's dangerous: the dragon.

I'm a dragon. That means I was born in the year of the dragon, and I am most compatible with monkeys and rats.

Next year is the year of the dragon. Since I'll be in Hong Kong for eight months, I'm going to try and catch one. This blog is set up to document my attempts.

I think my chances are good. In Hong Kong dragons don't live in computers, they live in the mountains. Dragons are so rampant there's even a building there, between the mountains and the water, with a dragon-door — a doggy-door for dragons. Apparently a local fung shui expert was consulted before the building was built; he said there was a dragon living in the mountains that came down and watered in the cove. In order to accommodate, they built a large whole in the center of the building so the dragon could drink and wash unhindered.

So now I know where to start looking.