Sack of Stories

Last war I was fighting single
against a full army… my horse and myself
They chopped the beast down but he kept
going while I was slashing and sewing his wounds
I bet you won’t believe
This is my sack of stories
Theres nothing which could sound like that
Maybe you won’t get that
They who’ve seen it now are dumb or dead
My Hound is a bad ass and when he goes hunting
My wife lights the fire at once
We set a huge banquet for all of the village
I tell you the feast lasts 3 months
I bet you won’t believe
Once in town there was a dragon scaring the people
He burnt all the crops
My winged fish came out of the sky throwing water
whilst the dragon was spitting fire
We had dragon that night