Nodding, the bronze rider saw the merit of Ca'mil's suggestion. "Alright Scarath lets try it. One leg at a time. Keep you wings tucked in tight." He urged his dragon back.

Scarath saw what his rider wanted. It seemed easy enough. Stretching one leg back, it seemed to slide easily. Then the other leg went back. The crimson cheering him on, gave Scarath determination. He'd get out of this and do his rider proud. With almost an audible pop and a huge sigh of relieve the bronze emerged free from the tunnel. Never again would he try to get into the kitchens!

Thank you everyone who tried to help get Scarath free from his delemia.