The Dragon of the East

The Dragon of the East
Once upon a time, in a village at the most northern reaches of Earth, there was a viking. His name was Lek. He was stronger than any viking there ever was. He could create a tornado by clapping his hands. He could move a mountain with his little finger. But, this story isn't about Lek, its about Lork. He was the owner of the meat shop up at the village. His profit was about 5 gold pieces a week. He was not very strong, in fact he once fell down the mountain by trying to lift a bucket of rocks. What a wimp! (I mean, for a viking)
"Meat for sale! Come get your fresh meat!" shouted Lork one morning, "Oh geez, I've got to go to the outhouse!" And with that he ran to the girls' outhouse. When he returned to the shop, all of the meat had been stolen! "Would you look at that. Five minutes in the out house and I return to an empty meat shop."
"Lork! Why aren't any of the people out here gettin' any meat? Its almost Icemore, the whole village will be gone on a three day journey, how are we gonna survive without any meat?" boomed Chief Lek when he busted down the door.
"Someone stole it all your chiefiness." said Lork
"Well get them something and did you just call me your chiefiness?" asked Chief Lek.
"Yes sir." said Lork rushing him out the door. " I need to find the thief," he said picking up a meat cleaver in either hand. And with that he rushed out the hole in the wall.
He journied throughout the world, stopping about every five minutes to take a potty break. He wandered for days and days, getting frostbitten every day. Until he finally came across a cave, that burst fire out the end every two seconds. "I'm saved!" he cried before coughing due to the smoke. He entered the cave and opened his lunchbox, and pulled out a ham and cheese sandwich, a juicebox, and an apple for dessert. He ate his lunch then wandered deeper into the cave. He walked about a mile underground until he noticed a big, red, snoring dragon. And worst of all, he discovered it by stepping on its tail. He screamed like a little baby girl, then ran out the cave bawling and trying to avoid the dragon's fiery breath.
He ran back to the village, but still the dragon followed. He kept running, and running, until the dragon set his pants on fire. He jumped into the frozen lake. He bashed his head on the ice, before getting sucked into the freezing cold water. He came out as a block of ice, until the dragon burned him out. He ran to the chief's house and grabbed his axe, before he realized it was too heavy and dropped it on his toes. He shrieked in pain, revealing his location to the dragon, who swooped onto the house and fell through the roof. He thought to himself, 'Where are the other vikings.' Then he remembered. Icemore. He ran around, frantically looking for a weapon. Then he remembered about his meat cleavers. He through the first one. He missed. He through the last one. He missed. He realized he had no chance so he made himself into a ball and started crying his crocodile tears. Then he saw across the room was Chief Lek's knife. He dashed over to it, gave it a mighty hurl and it went right into the dragon's belly. It was dead.
When the other vikings returned, they praised Lork. They built an ice sculpture of him. Three days later, the ice melted and everyone forgot about Lork's heroic deeds. Except the dragon's babies.
The End?