Drawn by dragon-mint and holly, the dragons frolicked in the frosty fields like giddy hatchlings, the steam from melting snow was visible for miles.
Soon some villagers came and left a barrel of wine with a cart of pies and tarts.
The curious dragons sipped and nibbled, until they found the note.
"Please burn down the Duke's manor, he raised the rent then drove us out despite the poor harvest."
The dragons didn't need to be bribed twice.