fable on the table

Well, hell, I will certainly write 300 words for the chance at winning $250 – mercenary, I am.
Here beginneth the fable:

Dan the Dragon worked hard, day in and day out, procuring bright and shiny things for his lair. He would spend hours upon hours every day, scouring the ground from on high, searching the river beds and lakes, and seeing what all he could convince Mother Nature to give up for him. He was particularly proud of the items he built himself, taking a few pieces of this, and a few pieces of that, and putting it all together to form one beautiful objet d’art.

One day, after many hard hours of searching, digging, and discovering, Dan was resting in his warm little cave, admiring the bright glint of his various shiny things, when there was a sudden knocking on the entrance. Snaking his head out, he was confronted by Warren the Weasel.

“Good afternoon, oh great dragon. The lord of this realm has decreed that all inhabitants and denizens under his reign shall equally and alike share in the glorious art of this great land. Word has been told that you own items of this nature, and I am here to collect them.”

Dan was delighted that someone might be willing to purchase the fruits of his labors, and started to haggle an acceptable price, when the Weasel interrupted him.

“Good sir, I beg your forgiveness, but I think you misunderstand me – I am not here to buy, I am here to spread the beauty amongst those…”

Warren might have continued, but no one will ever know – Dan decided that, while customers were welcome at his humble abode, thieves were not, and promptly flambéed the unsuspecting weasel and ate him whole.

Here endeth the fable.
The moral of this story? Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good, of course. Why? What else did you think it was?
Hat tip to Reactuate for the idea.