DRACO CAMBRENSIS
A LIVING EXAMPLE OF HOW
EVOLUTION AND MYTH ARE NATURALLY WOVEN INTO THE FABRIC OF ALL CULTURES,
and
HOW AN IMPORTANT
ASPECT OF THIS DISCUSSION MIGHT BE THE HEALING ROLE OF FORGETFULNESS.
First, let us
remember that Charles Darwin argued less for THE SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST, and
more for THE SURVIVAL OF THOSE SPECIES WHICH CAN BEST ADAPT TO CHANGE.
Nowadays, there are MEN & WOMEN OF SCIENCE who believe the various triceratopses became extinct in the great cataclysm 66 million years ago.
THE WELSH KNOW BETTER.
Long before that terrible
EXTINGUISHING METEOR STRIKE, long before the drifting continents had clashed but
then separated, a whole sub-species of triceratops had been drawn to Wales by
the INTOXICATING SCENT of the GIGANTIC LEEKS that carpeted the mountain sides and
the SHOULDER-HIGH WILD GARLIC that had flourished in the woods and valleys
during that halcyon period when the climate was so much kinder.
This offshoot species,
DRACO CAMBRENSIS, lived in peace, their vigour and virility undiminished, EVEN refined
as a matter of fact, grazing happily and paying attention to their personal
hygiene by regular interludes of SEASONAL BATHING in the trout pools, and so at
first they multiplied exponentially until the arrival of the first IBERIAN
DRUIDS in about ONE MILLION BC.
Of course, even as
the species multiplied, so their food sources had diminished, and THE
CONSEQUENT DIMINUTION IN THEIR NATURAL STATURE was inevitable in the face of
mass starvation. Their only consolation
during these years of hardship lay in communal song and so the hills echoed to
their RESONANT HARMONIES, especially up in Cwm Rhondda.
Alas, ALL TOO SOON, the Druids were feasting on LEEK AND DINOSAUR PIE and so the supply of dinosaur fodder diminished even further and their opportunities for maintaining personal hygiene standards became intermittent as the hunters and trappers vied for fishing rights beside every pool. This accelerated the species’ diminution.
Only
the smaller triceratopses were able to hide amongst the heather and bracken,
and only the fattest of these could store enough energy to hibernate throughout
the GREAT and LITTLE ICE AGES when the last and hardiest of their species were
driven south into the few coastal margins and estuaries unscathed by the
advancing glaciers.
Nowadays they still roam
in packs through the undergrowth and have become increasingly elusive. Only pure-blooded Welsh children with the brightest eyes and the most turned-up noses ever glimpse them, and in their
innocence and naivety, have long believed them to be BABY DRAGONS NOURISHED
WITH MAGIC MUSHROOMS … not Tudor Dragons nourished on the blood of Norman
Invaders.
Don’t you think it is the right time to re-design the sad travesty of medieval heraldic pomposity that festoons every Welsh flagpole ?
Isn’t it time that DRACO CAMBRENSIS assumed his / her rightful hereditary
status IN OUR GREAT NATION ? Every true patriot surely agrees !
... and we shouldn't forget there is a Welsh Dragon among the stars, somewhere above Tenby ...
