Écriture à contrainte

He had just finished Hunting the Snark, a book he had long been willing to read. Laying in the grass, still lost in his thoughts while a nice smell of fried bacon and scrambled eggs was slowly spreading from the kitchen's house, he noticed a small lizard, climbing his sleeve in a desperate attempt to find a better place to live.

At that point precisely, he realized how dull his own existence was. He woke up in the morning, went to school, waited for the bell, came back home. He had never experienced anything weird or exciting, never fought a wolf nor "danced with a painted devil in the moonlight" (this last thought might seem less strange if you knew he had watched, the previous evening, Batman, by Tim Burton - and was still, unconsciously, obsessed with Jack Nicholson's acting as Joker, and had been drawing a small bat on every single sheet of his school's handbooks. But that's not the point). Suddenly, he suprised himself to long for something strange to happen. "I would give $10000 to have a dragon, instead of this lizard".

Yes, he had that precise thought. He shouldn't have. He might as well have been shouting "Beetlejuice" thrice : everything went still in the garden. A cold wind began to blow, along with a strange, distant sound of ... a drum ? A crow, from the tree above him, made a profund, raucious and rather frightening sound. The sky darkened. And his sleeve went heavy.
Heavier, and heavier.
And heavier.
And quite cold.

He didn't dare to look. He didn't dare to turn his head. It was just when the thing had become so huge he couldn't ignore it anymore that his brain accepted to admit somthing was going on. There was an enormous, glittering, scale-covered ... thing, near him, next to him. The drum had become louder, and the wind was no longer the wind ; it was, now, coming from the dragon's mouth, an icy breath which could have frozen dreams and made the sun stop burning. It gave him goosebumps - his stomach shrank, rumbled, and then, after a while, decided it would be better for everyone to go unnoticed.
Thomas looked into two big, yellow eyes, emptier than eternity, older than void.

Later, when his mother called, as the eggs and bacon were ready, no one answered. For the Dragon was a Boojum, you see.