The (im)plausibility of Dragons

I don’t know why my brain decided 3 minutes after putting my head on the pillow the other night, to suddenly start thinking about dragons, but it did. Specifically, the implausibility of them, as in, just how do dragons breathe fire? That question, among many that popped like little soda bubbles, drove me nuts all night long, as I struggled to make sense of just how do dragons fly? Well, I may not have had a great nights sleep, and it’s taken me a couple of days of pondering, but I’m here now to tell you my thoughts, such as I’m able to wrangle from the wreckage of a few nights of lost sleep. First up, lets start with… FIRE My logical brain, and the science nerd in me absolutely refuses to believe magic, and magic alone, let alone living in a land supposedly filled with magic is responsible for dragons being able to breathe fire, on command, and—like in certain film scenes where everyone has endless bullets—able to spew fire with impunity. I mean, come on people, just how much gas…