At last Geoffrey removed all the burrs that were stuck on his feet. The peasant smiled as he glanced towards the side to see if his pig was still sniffing around, which it was. His bags were still on his back, and his chickens were still tied to him. He just needed to collect his sheep, as the dragon seemed vanquished upon the ground!

Seemed was the key word to that thought, as the peasant realized the ugly creature was stirring about hissing! Something bad was going to happen if the beast kept breathing with its nostrils. The peasant clasped his hands together and grumbled, [color=8dc73f]"Wouldst It let me do this deed 'n not die?"[/color] With that prayer uttered, the peasant rushed towards the dragon knowing the audacious task he needed to accomplish.

The peasant rushed towards the very face of the dragon, and slightly opened his left bag. Wanting the freedom, the first pigeon head popped out and tried to escape, only to be grabbed by the peasant who tossed it towards the nostril of the dragon. Hopefully the creature was also inhaling from its about as well, and that force would be enough to suck and trap the pigeon in. 

But the peasant did not actively think about that, as he tossed another pigeon towards the same nostril and two others at the opposite nostril before tying up the bag.