Mr. Iseldur

"We're super excited to have you consider joining us, Mr. Iseldur! We at Microsoft embrace diversity, and we feel you may be a good fit. But first, some interview questions. First one. How would you move Mount Fuji, with just a spoon?"

"What sort of spoon is it? Silver? Gold?" The ice dragon eyed the speaking boxy thing incredulously.

"It doesn't matter."

"Give me the spoon first."

"It's an aluminum spoon, OK? Given an aluminum spoon, how would you move Mount Fuji?"

"Aluminium!" Iseldur sat back on his haunches, contemplative. "You are a very odd man. By what alchemy would you obtain an aluminium spoon? Is it enchanted?"

"No, not enchanted. I go to Wal-Mart, I buy an aluminum spoon for a dollar, and I hand it to you to move Mount Fuji. Now, how would you go about it?"

Iseldur growled. The man was holding out on him. Unfortunately the man wasn't present, he was talking through some reed-like instrument embedded in that ridiculous wheeled metal contraption. He blasted the thing with his frozen breath. It just sat there, like last time, and somehow continued to operate. An aluminium spoon! He had nothing made of aluminium so far. He must have it.

"Where did you want Mount Fuji moved to?" asked Iseldur.

"I don't know. The other side of Tokyo?"

"It is done," said Iseldur. "Now give me my spoon!"


This was in response to a prompt on reddit.com r/WritingPrompts, "You are an ice dragon who has been asleep for thousands of years. You are awakened by a group of tiny humans who promise you an unfathomable amount of wealth. They call themselves "Microsoft" and ask that allow them to move a large number black boxes into the unnatural chill of your lair."


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