In the small village of Hortwatch, lying on the fertile banks east of Graywater, a poor swineherd called Ernest Bullaway trudged on in his boring life, poor, and with little chance of it getting any better. Yet it did in one spring, one of his sows produced a pig with golden coloured skin. The other villages were amazed and saw it as an omen. Ernest just saw it as another pig. How he was wrong. This was a mistake. He should have yelled "Tig!". The dragon cried a little for he enjoyed Ernest's company, but the man was a liar and a cheat just like him. He was proud of this little human.