The Unflappable Observation

Agnes adjusted her spectacles, peering over the rim at the spectacle unfolding in her usually tranquil cul-de-sac. A large, scaly creature, undeniably a dragon, had just landed with a thud that rattled her teacups. It blinked its enormous, reptilian eye at her prize-winning petunias, which were now somewhat flattened.

"Well," Agnes mused, taking a slow sip of her lukewarm Earl Grey. "That's certainly going to leave a mark on the tarmac." She paused, considering. "And I daresay the HOA will have something to say about the charring on Mr. Henderson's roof. Always so particular about external aesthetics, the HOA."

The dragon let out a low rumble, exhaling a puff of smoke that singed the edge of Mrs. Gable's prize-winning gnome collection.

Agnes sighed faintly. "Honestly, the inconsiderate parking is the worst of it. It's barely within the lines, and partially obstructing the mail delivery route. I suppose I'll have to write a note." She placed her teacup back on its saucer with a delicate clink, already reaching for a small notepad and a perfectly sharpened pencil. "One does hope it has a permit, at least. Unlikely, given the wingspan."