Mr Dragonfly Head, the Hummer, and the Unicorn Guard of Honour

Mr Dragonfly Head does not arrive at Comic Con ZANABIA. He announces gravity and then lets the universe catch up. This year, the ground vibrated gently as a massive Hummer rolled in—polished, respectful, and somehow humble despite its size. Standing proudly on top were the Unicorn Heads, his loyal staff from the Hypermarket of Zanabia, dressed not as security but as Rajput gharana soldiers—turbans perfect, posture sharper than destiny. Mr Dragonfly Head himself stepped out dressed like a Maharaja who reads balance sheets for leisure. Silk robes, calm smile, eyes that have seen discounts before they existed. His insecurity? Being seen only as “the rich one.” His challenge? Showing generosity without spectacle. He failed gloriously. The Unicorn Heads began distributing goodie bags—luxurious, unnecessary, and emotionally accurate. Each bag contained exactly what the recipient needed. No two bags were the same. No one asked how. People laughed. Children bowed. Blenchy tried to intervene, then accepted a bag and forgot why he was concerned. Comic Con paused—not in silence, but in gratitude. Mr Dragonfly Head waved lightly, embarrassed, pleased, and already thinking about inventory. In Zanabia, power is not loud. But sometimes, it does arrive on a Hummer—standing on kindness. 🐉🦄✨